RosesUnmet

This is a story that I started with my friend at 12 years old. Naive, stupid, but cute. Linda and Wendy are first-year students, and the two of them play nice solely because they're actually mean girls who pretend to be nice. Thank goodness for their immense meanness and superior appearance. From the moment they set foot on campus, those doggone, DRAMATIC, no peace days begin. That's right, this is a boring biography that chronicles them from their college days. Any character in this story could be you, and any character could be that person you used to hate. oh I also have another idea: A gentle but controlling doctor vs. an arrogant but fragile and sensitive young master Brandon is a tool of a doctor in an old hegemonic novel. That's right. He's an on-call, all-around toolman who's good at medicine and regulating the relationship between the hero and heroine. Brandon was waiting for him. But he's slowly realizing that it's the young master of the Aston family who's been bothering him more. The young master said he had a headache today. Brandon: I'll treat it! Tomorrow, he'll have a stomachache. Brandon: I'll treat it! And the day after that, a toothache. Brandon: I'm not a dentist. Then one day, the young master said his back hurt. Brandon coughed lightly: hug, sorry ----- Nathan Aston's perspective: It was a rainy night when I saw him for the first time. And then the conviction to be with him was firmly established. I worked tirelessly for it. But it seems like the effort went too far ...... Wait a minute! Why am I the one facing the ceiling? I'm the youngest son of the Aston Group, the head of the rich second generations in the Bay Area! I'm not convinced, I'm not convinced, I'm not convinced! (Nathan rolls around.jpg) Later on, the young master covered his waist and shrank on the bed: I'm convinced, I'm convinced, I'm convinced! A good husband who can bend and stretch. Brandon: I am the husband.