[Prince of the Beijing Circle × Healing Miss]
"I have been allergic to everyone in my life, but I am immune to you."
There is a life-saving rule in Beijing's business district: stay away from the second son of the Pei family. A handshake is not enough, a pat on the shoulder is not enough, but a touch can lock him up for a long time. It is recognized in the circle as a walking allergen and a reserve for orphans.
Until Wen Yi'an ran into his arms. My wrists, chest, waist—everything was touched. She raised her head and said "I'm sorry", and his pupils were shocked: It was okay. The doctor spent the night flipping through the literature and clapped his legs excitedly: "She is your special case! You are not allergic to her!" Pei Shiyan said expressionlessly: "... Change another word."
Everyone thought that Pei Shiyan would never love anyone in his life. Until a press conference, someone bumped into him - Second Young Master Pei was holding Miss Wen in his arms, and said in a muffled voice, "I feel a little uncomfortable." The eldest lady patted him on the back, stood on tiptoe and whispered something in his ear. The tips of the ears of the man who had always been cold and dignified quietly turned red.
[Running in both directions × redemption]
