Muddy Snowy Night

Warmth and slowness 1. When Sheng Yan was twenty years old, the Sheng family was defeated. In order to give her father a chance to survive, she ran around asking for help. Someone pointed out a clear path for Sheng Yan, "If you want to help your father, why not try it at Zhou's house?" It was snowing heavily that day, and Sheng Yanqiu walked up to Zhou Zhan and said tremblingly, "Little uncle" to the man who usually frightened her. In the back seat of the Maybach, the man's big hands were clasping Yan Sheng's slender waist, watching her blushing and lying in his arms, panting. "Come to my room tonight" "Wear this." A set of blue and white school uniform skirts were stacked in front of her. After that night, Sheng Yan learned that school uniform skirts had other uses besides wearing them to school. Sheng Yan understood that this relationship would end sooner or later, and it was a tacit understanding between them. A year later, she completely withdrew from Zhou Zhan's life. In the dim corridor on a snowy night, the all-powerful and strategizing young master of the Zhou family had deep eyes and a cold voice, "Treat me as a springboard to throw away when you're done, my dear, who taught you to play the trick of burning bridges across rivers?" "Mr. Zhou..." She squeezed her stiff and cold fingers. "You used to call me uncle." The man with snow falling on his shoulders and a cold body seemed to be on fire for a moment. Zhou Zhan grabbed her chin and kissed her crazily in the darkness with his hot thin lips. 2. When Sheng Yan was a student, she and her best friend were listening to Yuye Talk and were asked about their ideal type. She answered softly and softly, "Behaves well-behaved, has a gentle attitude, is calm and peaceful." What she fears most is being unruly and unstinting. At that time, the one standing outside the door and hearing these words was Zhou Zhan, a ruthless, gloomy, and prickly bastard. Many years later— Zhou Zhan, who is well-dressed and full of carefree nobility, has become Mr. Yan. ==== 1V1, sc Not related by blood, the uncle next door It has been planned for a long time, and the man has a crush ——Pre-receipt of the series of articles "The Secret of Spring Tide" —— Weak and selfish little black lotus x dark and paranoid | Pseudo-bone foster care Ruan Yu was brought into the Huo family by her aunt. After her aunt passed away, she became an embarrassing existence. She was ignored and lived in the cracks. She wanted to seek shelter, and she did not want to go back to that dilapidated alley and live in that dark, moldy, leaky little house. Ruan Yu knocked on the door of the current leader of the Huo family. She sat on Huo Yanci's lap in a dark room on a hot summer night. The man's hot hands clasped her waist uncontrollably, and his muffled voice brushed the tip of her ear, "What did you call me?" Ruan Yu's eyes were filled with tears, and she hugged him tightly due to weightlessness and lack of oxygen, "Brother..." Once and for all. Ruan Yu became hoarse. - Huo Yanci is a cold-blooded person, but extremely ruthless in dealing with things. As the person in charge, he is the greatest pride of the entire Huo family. He is aloof, noble, and impeccable. As a result, Ruan Yu became the only stain on the flawless Huo Yanci. Later— Ruan Yu graduated successfully and spread his wings to fly. He no longer had to rely on others to rely on him. After escaping from the Huo family, she found a job, changed her residence, made new friends, and completely cut herself off from the past. No one will ever know the dark secret of her past. - When we met again, Ruan Yu came out of the studio. In the humid spring mist, Huo Yanci's car window slowly lowered. Like every rotten late night in the Huo family where no light can be seen. The noble man lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes. His gray-blue pupils were locked tightly with her, and his eyes were filled with the dark, crazy and paranoid possessiveness that he had been harboring for a long time. "Baby." The door of the Rolls-Royce opened. He stretched out his long, cold, white hands toward her, and his dark trousers outlined the clear lines of his long, straight legs. "Sit up." —— Complete the copy before writing. 1V1, SC. The aunt is the hero's stepmother. The male and female protagonists do not have the same household register. Screenshot of 2025.5.15 Intention: May everything be good