Dog blood article! Preliminary article on kneeling down to beg for help]
Calm and calm Canary persuades the teacher to retreat x Dark-bellied Iceberg High Mountain Flower
Ye Wantang once thought that he was the luckiest person in the world.
Her family background, appearance, man, everything is perfect for her.
Until she was eighteen years old, something happened to the Ye family, and she disappeared with it.
Three years later, there was a canary in the city of Beijing named Zhuang Yumian, who had a mole at the end of his eye that looked exactly like Ye Wantang back then.
She thought she had put the man down.
But that night, after drinking too much at the celebration banquet, she woke up and found that the person she was having sex with was Song Zhaoye.
She thought about running away, but later, she hid in his arms.
If he wants her body, she will cut out his heart, crush it, and give it back to him.
During the day, she was the most decent woman around Song Zhaoye, accompanying him to socialize, smiling gently, and advancing and retreating appropriately.
At night, she sat astride him, looking down at him, her fingertips slowly sliding from his Adam's apple to his collarbone, then to his waist and abdomen, inch by inch, as if measuring prey.
She leaned down and brushed the corner of his mouth with her lips: "Song Zhaoye, you'd better not fall in love with me."
He grabbed her waist and turned her over, pressing her into the mattress, breathing heavily on the side of her neck.
Zhuang Yumian looked into his eyes and kissed him. Hatred and love were entangled together, tearing at her heart day and night. She couldn't tell the difference for a long time.
That night, Song Zhaoye hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, and his hot breath fell on the skin of her neck.
After a long silence, he suddenly spoke.
"Zhuang Yumian."
She responded, but he didn't answer.
After a long time, until she thought he had fallen asleep, his low voice came to her ears:
"Zhuang Yumian... Who are you?"
Her back tensed for a moment.
She wanted to break away, but he tightened his arms and pulled her into his arms, his lips pressed against her neck, and the tip of his tongue touched her beating pulse.
She could feel his eyelashes brushing against her skin.
He was like a wounded and trapped animal.
After waiting for a long time, he finally said: "Forget it, no matter who you are, I recognize you."
*Extremely bloody, a lover of bloody literature.
*Sour and sweet pull, hey, save the manuscript of 70,000 words and feel free to fall into the trap.
*The copy was written on July 3, 2026 and has been screenshotted
Purpose: Love makes each other complete
