In the Midsummer of That Year, the Cold White Moonlight Insisted on Staying at My House

In his previous life, Ji Shiqian was a giant in the business world, but he died alone on his hospital bed. His only regret was that Gu Nianhui died in the late autumn when he was 26 years old. Back in 2009, during the summer vacation of my junior year. Ji Shiqian swore that he would only make money in his life, and by the way, he would push this woman far away before her death to ensure her safety. But who can tell him why this "Flower of the High Mountains", who was as cold as snow in her previous life and wouldn't even let her hold his hand, is now blocking the door of his house with a suitcase and red eyes? "Ji Shiqian, if you dare to drive me away, I will tell Auntie that you peeped at me taking a shower!" In this life, he doesn't want to be a dog licker, he just wants to be an emotionless money-making machine. But when those snow-white legs swayed in front of his eyes, and when the warm breath sprayed on his ears... Ji Shiqian: ... It smells really good.