In the early morning, he received an iMessage and he knew it was her again.
In 2018, in this era of communicating via WeChat, no one likes to communicate via text messages.
But that little mute was persistently powerful in some aspects.
Moon: [Qi Zui, I miss you again.
Moon: [The surgery will be successful tomorrow, and I will be able to speak soon. If my voice is ugly, will you hate me?
Qi Zui sent a voice message.
"Little mute, I want to hear you say you love me in bed."
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When Sang Youan was five years old, she had a fever and burned out her vocal cords, basically losing her speech system.
A mute cannot tell.
So I like to pray for drunkenness. During the two years of high school, no one knew about it.
The day it was broken was a rainy night.
She sat by the window and typed in her secret love diary.
After finishing the last word on the tablet memo, I was shocked to realize that there was a young man standing next to me.
"Sang Youan, do you like me?"
The young man leaned down and his words were somewhat tempting:
"What a coincidence, I've liked you too, for a long time."
He didn't seem to give her a chance to react, so he grabbed her chin and asked:
"Would you like to be with me?"
The heavy rain pounded on the table. She supported the desk with her hands and kissed him in a daze.
He was a good kisser, guiding her to breathe and teaching her what to do next.
Sang Youran felt that she was really crazy.
How can anyone be kissed in a violent way as soon as they are in a relationship?
But.
That person is praying for drunkenness.
Even though he is a poor student, he still pursues a lot of prayers.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Anthracene, brother went downstairs and didn't see Qi Zui. If you did, tell him that we'll order takeout for dinner."
Sang Youan panicked and tried to push the person away.
Qi Zui restrained her frantically waving wrist and pressed it against her hot ear, her voice obviously hoarse:
"Anthracene, your tiger teeth are a bit sharp."
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The summer after the college entrance examination is damp and long.
After confirming the relationship, Sang Younan carefully held this hard-won relationship.
He is not small in size, and the cover of the largest umbrella is a bit tight.
She loved him, so she tried her best to cater to him. Even if she was hit and cried in pain, she just buried her head in his neck without saying a word.
But it wasn't until he graduated from college that he realized that everything was a scam he had planned for a long time.
She had just been discharged from the hospital that day after vocal cord restoration surgery.
I happily went to wait for him at the door of his company, but heard him say:
"Sang Youan? I don't like her."
"Why are we together? Of course it's because of her money and the resources her parents can support."
Qi Zui, who was smoking in the corner at that time, didn't know.
What a price he paid for his words thereafter.
Before she left, he never imagined that he would suffer from stomach bleeding because of her insomnia and alcoholism.
Even on a pouring rainy night, I begged her not to leave while soaking wet.
Transparent raindrops hit the man desperately. The handle of his umbrella was tilted. Even the edges of the girl's shoes in front of him were dry, which was in stark contrast to his embarrassment.
Qi Zui's lips moved, and he looked at her dejectedly, his fingertips clenched tightly but unable to loosen them, he was extremely humble:
"Anthracene, look at me, okay?"
"Even if it's just a glance."
The copy was first revised on November 8, 2025
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