Age difference 12｜18vs30｜No blood relationship
Ji Miao's family suffered a sudden change, and her two mothers were temporarily sent to her aunt's house in the countryside.
But when she arrived at her destination with her luggage, the person who opened the door was not the old man she had imagined, but a mature and handsome face.
Ji Miao was dumbfounded, wondering if her aunt was so young?
I heard the woman ask: "Is that Ji Miao? My mother is traveling. My name is Qin Zhiwei. You can call me aunt."
His voice was cold and his tone was serious.
Ji Miao subconsciously relaxed when she walked in the door.
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Living under the same roof as Qin Zhiwei, Ji Miao was careful and cautious.
Qin Zhiwei's life schedule was extremely regular, so Ji Miao also started to go to bed early and get up early;
Qin Zhiwei didn't like the noise, so Ji Miao kept her voice down even when talking in her sleep;
Qin Zhiwei has a mysophobia, so Ji Miao isolates all his pheromones in one suppressing post after another;
…….
It's just that things must turn against each other, and the tide of love is as strong as a waterfall. Ji Miao originally thought that she would be thrown out of the door by the indifferent person, but when her vision was blurred, she saw the cold white ankles approaching her step by step.
The woman's breath hit her ears, and her heart beat like a drum. Ji Miao boldly asked, "Why?"
But there was no response.
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Ji Miao thought that this relationship could only be hidden in the dark, and she was just a temporary novelty in this period of a woman's life.
She stopped insisting, packed her luggage and decided to move away.
However, on the day when I was going to stay up all night——
She was dragged into the master bedroom, with her fair ankles placed on her shoulders. Her face, which was always calm and had no ups and downs, was stained with anger. "Ji Miao, why don't you ask why when you climb into this bed every night and hold me while crying?"
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🧡Still A without accessories
🧡There is a short plot of pseudo-chasing his wife in the crematorium in the middle, overall sweet-sour-sweet
Concept: Love is instinct
