The long-awaited reunion story "Meteor Ripples" is being serialized.
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Guan Yaochen, the heir to the top wealthy family in Ancheng, was scheming and ruthless in his killings. The Wen family sacrificed Wen He in order to join forces.
The youngest daughter of the Wen family, Wen He, has clear muscles and bones, like a hibiscus emerging from water, and is aloof and elegant. But as a chess piece, she was determined to escape her fate, and she never thought that the man who was stirring up trouble would surrender to her with cunning words.
"Wen He, as long as you want, I can be yours."
"Mr. Guan is joking." She staggered her body, standing tall and proud, so as not to be teased.
"Help you become a chess player."
Looking at the escaped gentleman flower, Guan Yao turned his head slightly and lit his cigarette. His eyes were half-closed, full of paranoid calculations. When he opened them again, he was covered with a warm and noble skin in the bright lights.
He knew clearly that the man was evil, corrupt, and seeking the skin of a tiger, but the situation forced Wen He to move closer to him.
Later, just when everyone thought that the lotus flower, including the entire Wen family, had become the target of Guan Yao's plan.
After finally meeting Guan Yao in Vanity Fair, he had a long-term vision and wanted to get close to him.
But I heard the cold-blooded and indifferent Guan Yao begging for favor with no dignity at all, "Stop playing around, my Queen."
The noble and noble lady of the Wen family pressed her lips against his, smiled softly and whispered, "Would you like to go to the room upstairs?"
He gently sucked the pear dimple at the corner of her mouth, hugged her slender waist, and went upstairs.
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In the afternoon, Guan Yao sat upright and practiced calligraphy, with his waist straight.
Pure and clean bookish flavor, gentle and elegant aura.
Wen He was in a daze, he was actually like this...
She silently picked up the rice paper that had been blown down by the wind, one after another, all with the same article.
"I only love the lotus that emerges from the mud but remains unstained... It can be viewed from a distance but not played with in a disgraceful way... He is the gentleman of flowers." - Zhou Dunyi's "On Love of the Lotus"
The writing style is variable and the paper is yellowed, so it is not a day's work.
Amidst all the flowers, I admire only one gentleman flower.
Note: 1. Sc, age difference is three years, not perfect character
2. In the later stage, there is a scene of chasing the husband, which is less than hzc.
3. Make a contract first and then make friends, true love,
Others to be added
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At the end of summer, when the night was dark and slightly tipsy, Yin Ming began to think about her high school crush whom she had just reunited with.
Would you mind if you gave me a kiss?
She suddenly moved her mouth and pressed her lips against it.
His eyes were clear, vaguely covered with mist, pure and bold.
"It smells quite good." Yin Ming drizzled the water and kissed it twice.
This relationship... Is quite interesting.
The two brothers and sisters shouted hypocritically, clinging to each other behind their backs.
"Are you satisfied?" Zhou Tingning smiled and helped her wipe away the water stains from the corners of her mouth.
Coming out of the man's arms, Yin Ming said: "Not bad... I'll go back if it's okay."
Zhou Tingning was stunned for three seconds, "Are you kissing me and then denying it?"
Yin Ming's almond-shaped eyes curved, "What do you want me to recognize?"
"What do you think?"
Yin Ming raised her eyebrows indifferently, "Continue to act as if it didn't happen. We are still friends."
Hearing this, Zhou Tingning's temples felt like springs were installed, "Say it again! Friend?"
Yin Ming raised her hand to wipe the lipstick stained from kissing on his mouth, "To be honest, every time you kiss me, I really waste my lipstick."
At a high school class reunion, Yin Ming stumbled and fell into the arms of a male classmate.
She really didn't mean it. She was so tired last night that her legs were shaking.
Zhou Tingning strode over and couldn't wait to declare his sovereignty. He kissed her quickly and deeply, biting her with brute force as if he wanted to swallow her whole body.
He looked at her with a fierce look and helplessness, "How many more are there?"
Even though I already got her, why is this jealousy getting more and more and I can never finish it.
Yin Ming was a little confused, and her numb lips that were bitten seemed to have lost consciousness, "How many?"
"Yin Ming."
He pecked her lips gently, kissed along the bridge of her nose towards her eyes, and the heat turned into white mist and sprayed on her face.
She heard him say.
"I've liked you for many years."
The white mist turned into mist by the window, and she suddenly thought of herself when she was sixteen or seventeen years old, blowing hot air on the cold glass and writing his name one stroke at a time with her frozen red fingertips.
Meteors streak across the sky and into the sea, creating ripples, but I still look for them all year round, just to wait for you at the end. ——"Meteor Ripples"
Reading Guide
Shuang Jie Shuang Chu
Two solid eye decals flirting with each other
The city is interspersed with high school memories,
The pulling will always be there,
Intention: to emerge from the silt without being stained, and to maintain the original intention.
