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Rich second generation vs dancer
My sister got angry and ran away from another dance teacher. The new dance teacher was Wen Li, a top student in the dance department who was still in college.
Wenli has a soft appearance and a gentle personality. She is the pure white jasmine in the hearts of countless people.
Zhou Qingyan fell in love with Wen Li at first sight, and after pursuing her fiercely, the two quickly became together naturally.
On the day of the official announcement, everyone was in disbelief that the arrogant young master actually stepped down from the altar and fell in love with a poor student.
Due to the young master's lust/power, no one dared to criticize, and they watched the young master sink deeper and deeper.
In Zhou Qingyan's eyes, although he was the one who pursued Wen Li first, Wen Li was very obedient and indulgent to him.
There are many people who like her, but she only has him in her heart and eyes.
The eldest young master is proud of himself, and she really loves him terribly.
Wen Li's appearance was impeccable, but what Zhou Qingyan liked most was her beautiful eyes, which were like a lake of tears, reflecting him clearly in them.
When she was happy, she was different from her usual shyness. Even if she couldn't bear it, she still tried to open her eyes and look at him obediently. Yun Jiaoyu was timid, as if she couldn't bear to miss a single glance.
Zhou Qingyan was satisfied and enjoyed it.
A delicate kiss fell on her eyes: "Lili, keep looking at me like this, okay?"
*
By chance, he learned that Wen Li had a dead Bai Yueguang, and that he happened to be 70-80% similar to the dead man. Zhou Qingyan, who had been a stand-in for a year, went completely crazy.
It turns out that her tenderness is loving another person through him.
That night, he held her tightly and stroked her red and swollen lips, "Has he kissed you like this before?"
Zhou Qingyan held her legs that could not stop trembling, and pressed forward step by step, "How do I resemble him? Is it these eyes that admire you? Or the lips that I have kissed you countless times?"
He buried his head into her collarbone, greedily smelling the scent of himself on her body, "Or is it the eyebrows... Or the nose?"
Wen Li was imprisoned by him and had nowhere to escape. She had to close her eyes to suppress her sobs and couldn't bear to look directly at his crazy and almost twisted face at the moment.
He doesn't look like "him" at all now.
She didn't want him anymore.
Seeing her resistance, Zhou Qingyan's eyes were split open, and the hand on her waist tightened slightly, forcing her to look directly at her, "Don't you like this face? Why don't you look at me again?"
"Don't close your eyes."
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Zhou Qingyan's only two setbacks in his life were that he was finally tempted, but in the end he found that he was just a stand-in.
Second, even if his self-esteem was shattered into pieces by her, he would not withdraw from her lake.
The eldest young master knelt in front of her and whispered over and over again: "Lili, look at me... Look at me..."
I long to spend every peaceful dusk in the eyes of my lover. ——Bei Dao
｜The male stand-in, the bloody one, the heart-throb heroine.
Intention: None
