As soon as Shen Wanyi, a modern money-lover, dressed up as an unloved concubine, a countdown sounded in her mind: "Kiss the target person forcefully within three hours, otherwise ten years will be deducted from your lifespan!"
She rushed out of the room in panic and ran into the classmate her brother had brought back - Song Zhiyuan, the eldest son of the Song family in Qinghe.
Looking at this handsome and ascetic flower of the high mountains in a moon-white gown, Shen Wan suddenly felt moved. In full view of everyone, she grabbed his collar, stood on tiptoes and kissed him fiercely.
In the dead silence of the entire audience, Song Zhiyuan's ears were red and he stiffly twirled his beads: "Girl, what do you mean?"
He has abided by four thousand family rules for twenty years, but because of this kiss, he completely lost control. What's more terrible is that he mistakenly thought that this bold woman was the fiancée of his best friend.
The side hall was deathly silent, and the sweet scent of osmanthus lingered around the woman's body, driving people crazy.
Song Zhiyuan grabbed her weak waist and pressed her firmly in front of the Buddha statue. His voice was as hoarse as broken porcelain: "I have endured it for several months. If the Buddha wants to blame me, I am the only one to blame."
With no way to retreat, he leaned over and blocked her lips, crushing the four thousand family rules to pieces.
Reader comments
It's not me who wants to tell you if the story line can be written more clearly. I can't even understand what's being written. There's nothing going on, it's all forced [smile]
I feel like sometimes the upper part doesn't follow the next part.
It's not me who wants to tell you if the story line can be written more clearly. I can't even understand what's being written. There's nothing going on, it's all forced [smile]
I feel like sometimes the upper part doesn't follow the next part.