Beloved*

One day, as he lay in bed gazing at Mo Xiaoyun in his arms, the thought suddenly came to him: Why did it have to be her? He set a trap for her, and she fell right into his lair, lured by the promise of money. She wasn't very bright. He pursued her for ages before she finally caught on. “Are you trying to court me?” She wasn't much better at reading people's feelings. The girl in his arms narrowed her eyes, parted her rosy lips, and bit him. “Happy New Year. I'm thirsty. Could you get me some water?” Why did it have to be her? Because no one else would dare wish Duan Munian a “Happy New Year.” And only she could turn him from a cold-blooded man into a warm-hearted one, happy to do whatever she asked. That was probably why it had to be her... Please add my new story to your favorites: “There is someone like that in this world. Because you once met her, no matter how much hardship and suffering you endure, you will always sincerely feel: Heaven has treated me well.” For Lu Jiaxi, Zhou Tong was that person. My completed stories: Please support my author page, even if you have to sell everything you own → Theme: