In the seventeenth year when Rong Yan was reincarnated into another time and space, she met a master who could not be offended but could not be beaten. This cold and ruthless master who looked down on the world eventually became a maniac who doted on his wife.
Rong Yan felt: Whether it was the night that was too charming, or the man in front of her who was too charming, this kiss made her dazzled and her heartbeat was in a state of confusion.
Ying Mobai smiled half-smiling and his voice was hoarse: "What are you thinking about? Go to sleep." There was obvious favoritism in his always cold black eyes.
Rong Yan rolled his voice and his eyes flashed: "You..."
Ying Mobai smiled teasingly: "Me, what?"
Rong Yan felt her face was a little hot. She didn't know what he was talking about. She seemed to have suddenly lost her mind.
With a smile on his lips, the man pulled her into his arms, patted her back gently, and coaxed her to sleep.
...
He had long been accustomed to this cold and dirty world, until he met a girl that year. From then on, a light shone in his heart. He was not willing to take anything by force, so he could only cautiously wait for her to grow up and lure her into his arms. He had planned it for a long time...
Ying Mobai looked at her affectionately: "Yanyan, will you marry me?" The low and cold voice revealed endless tenderness, and his fingers were tightly interlocked with hers.
Rong Yan smiled brightly with water in her eyes and met his eyes with a firm voice: "I do!"
Intention: Even if the smoke is burned away, the vertical and horizontal ties cannot be broken away
