■Strong rise｜age difference 4｜sc
■Your Majesty x Female College Student
Ke Yanqing has always coveted his good brother's girlfriend.
At the party of the princes in the capital, Ke Yanqing stared at the hand of the man across from him on the girl's shoulder, raised his eyebrows, and nonchalantly played with the ice cubes in the cup with his fingers, sneering lightly, "This ice cube is pretty good, I wonder if it would be better to play with?"
People around me didn't know what was going on, so they came up to ask.
Ke Yanqing chuckled, raised his lips and glanced at Hang Yuan, "I got a little bird recently, and it's always good at telling lies."
She stiffened and hurriedly avoided his sight.
Ke Yanqing bit his back teeth and narrowed his eyes, "Tell me, should I punish her?"
No one knew that it was basically two parallel people kissing in the compartment of the box.
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At the auction of the giant ship bound for Venice, the lights were brightly lit, and Hang Yuan was holding a wine glass on the deck to enjoy the night view.
Wearing a green cheongsam, her long hair was tied up with a silver hairpin, the hairpin head decorated with jade.
Others were ready to make a move, but felt timid when they saw the emerald green wrapped around her arm.
As long as tonight is over, Ke Yanqing will be able to get rid of him.
Hang Yuan was thinking this, and suddenly a large number of men in black came around. The man who looked like the God of Satan walked up to her on crutches, clasped her wrist bones hard, and stared at her with a low voice and suppressed anger, "Yuan Yuan, do you think you ran away?"
Ke Yanqing dragged her back to the room and bit her like crazy.
Hang Yuan struggled and started to stab him, "Didn't you seduce me? From Chen Yue."
Ke Yanqing's eyes were red, and he pinched her cheeks, "Fart, you are mine."
He was despicable and deceived you from me.
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When Ke Yanqing was twenty years old, he was arrogant and unruly and an untamable wolf.
The misty rain was hazy, the boat was rocking, and Hang Yuan stood in a raincoat, holding a green oil umbrella, and the hem of her long skirt rolled up the falling raindrops, like broken beads from a wind chime.
With just one glance, he fell. He actually felt compassion that he had never experienced before and saved her from the gangster.
"What's your name?" Ke Yanqing wiped his hands with a handkerchief slowly.
"Hang Yuan."
He always thought she was the kite of iris flowers, but he didn't expect that she was the kite of paper kites.
"I am not a sage, a judge, or a jester. You are the night kite in front of my window. I only use the horn as a flag, flying for love."
——Love
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