Demining Tips
The male protagonist is sinister and paranoid, gentle in the early stage and crazy in the later stage. He is a tenth-level literature scholar who goes crazy because of love.
The heroine is the top victim of facial manipulation.
Marry first, love later, plunder by force, secret love come true, blood and sweet cakes fly together.
Shuangjie 1v1, don't worry about entering the pit, the ending is HE.
(Pregnancy first, love later) (The plot may be a bit crude, so I'm practicing writing and plot writing)
In her first year after studying abroad, she was drugged and her innocence was lost.
A month later, the man named Song Minghuai came to the door, with a pure and humble light in his eyes: "I will be good to you."
Zhao Anyu thought this was an agreement marriage where each got what he wanted.
After marriage, he spoiled her and turned her into a waste who couldn't take care of herself.
She was vigilant and depressed at the same time.
Until that day, she accidentally opened his locked drawer.
There were no secret documents inside, just a piece of faded red silk with her blurred handwriting on it.
It was one that she casually threw on the wishing tree of Yuelao Temple in junior high school - it had the name of a boy she had a crush on.
That night, the man who loved her to the point of humiliation went crazy for the first time.
He tore up the red silk and kissed her with scarlet eyes:
"You begged him back then, and I begged you for ten years."
"Zhao Anyu, I forced this fate."
"Don't you dare to love me?"
Small theater·About that photo
Zhao Anyu's discovery of the locked drawer was purely accidental.
Song Minghuai was on a business trip that day, so she looked for nail clippers and rummaged through the bedside table, and finally accidentally spotted the small locked drawer in the deepest part of his closet.
She knew where the key was hidden. He never hid anything from her.
The moment she opened it, she thought it might contain bank cards, real estate certificates, or some shady business secrets.
The result is a photo.
The yellowed high school graduation photo has frayed edges. She recognized herself at a glance - fifth from the left in the third row, with a ponytail and a heartless smile.
There is writing on the back of the photo. Densely packed.
She turned over.
It's my name, written all over the back. There is also a line of small words next to it, the date is the year she went abroad:
"It would be great if you were born to belong to me alone."
Zhao Anyu froze on the spot.
The door lock rang.
Before she could put the photo back in time, Song Minghuai was already standing at the door of the bedroom. The windbreaker was carrying the coolness of the night, and it was obvious that he had come back temporarily.
He looked at the photo in her hand.
The air froze for three seconds.
Then he smiled, as gently as usual: "Why did you turn to this?"
Zhao Anyu opened her mouth: "You..."
Song Minghuai came over, gently took the photo from her hand, looked down at her, and then looked up at her. The look in his eyes was different from usual, something emerged from the depths.
"Anyu" his voice was very soft, "do you know how long I have hidden this photo?"
She shook her head.
He put the photo back in the drawer and locked it, then straightened up and raised his hand to rub her hair.
His movements were as gentle as handling something fragile.
But what he said next sent chills down her back——
"Ten years." He smiled, "a little longer than the time you have known me."
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