Li Zhu once dated countless men.
Winter in the north is bitingly cold. The man wore a gray trench coat and leaned against the wall downstairs in her apartment, his dark eyes blazing.
Li Zhu stood opposite him, looked at Duan Wenjing from head to toe, imagined the feeling of his hands touching his skin, curled his red lips, and smiled brightly.
Duan Wenjing was not in a hurry and lit a cigarette.
The man's magnetic voice came through the smoke:
"Death under a pomegranate skirt, even a ghost is charming."
The woman's eyebrows were raised like a painting, "Mr. Duan likes me so much."
The man laughed even harder and pushed her broken hair behind her ears.
"Let's see if you give me a chance, Li Zhu."
Her heart was filled with weeds until he appeared. A man is like a lonely and angry fire, burning out all the growth in her heart. From now on, no matter spring or summer, no matter your corrupt past, he is always there.
Li Zhu × Duan Wenjing
Purpose: Encourage women in the new era to start their own businesses and realize their value