I love nosebleeds, and I belong to the type that squirts blood without saying a word. In the third year of junior high school, I fell in love. First love and I are both boarding students, and every night after the evening self-study will be sneaky

I love nosebleeds, and I belong to the type that squirts blood without saying a word. In the third year of junior high school, I fell in love. First love and I are both boarders, and every night after the evening self-study, we will sneak to the playground to talk sweetly (I believe that few people dare to date generously at this age).

I remember that it was a summer, and I and she carefully dodged the guns of countless hunters, bypassed the layers of checkpoints of the inspection teacher, and found a quiet corner of the flower bush.

The wind blew on our faces that night, the air was filled with an intoxicating fragrance, and the acquaintances in the trees impatiently reminded me that it was time to do something. When the love was strong, she closed her eyes, I lowered my head, and I greeted with great excitement a very sacred and solemn moment in my life- my first kiss.

At this moment, it seems that time has stood still. I vaguely remember that the taste was mint- At the moment when the two of us forgot to kiss each other, nosebleeds spewed out.

Do you think that's embarrassing?

wrong!

Most embarrassingly, the patrolling teacher spotted the two of us sneaky figures, a strong and piercing flashlight mercilessly hitting our faces. The moment we look back, I will never forget the teacher's horrified expression and the appearance of fleeing in the wilderness!!!