Sweet girl with thirsty skin & ruthless powerful minister
Male mother/nurturing system/age difference/old house on fire
A few years ago, Pei Zhan went out on business and accidentally rescued Wen Ling, the daughter of his old friend who was massacred.
The little girl shrank and hid in the closet, her fair little face stained with dirt, and she called him "little uncle" with tears.
Pei Zhan was only sixteen years old at that time, so he accepted the call with all his strength.
Everyone in the capital knew that the commander of the Imperial Guards, who was cruel and feared by everyone, had a soft little girl in his house who would follow him and call her uncle.
The commander, who was skinning and pulling grass in prison just a moment ago, returned home with a gentle smile on his face, and stretched out his hand towards her, "A Ling, come and give me a hug."
Wen Ling's parents died when he was young, and he relied on him very much. His small body was held in his arms, and he kissed him on the cheek.
Wen Ling was raised well by him, with a beautiful nose and cherry lips, a snowy skin and a beautiful appearance, and a pair of clear apricot eyes that were not stained with blood.
On the day when she had hair extensions, the girl's height had already reached his chest. Looking at the rich and handsome man in front of her, she couldn't even call her "uncle".
Pei Zhan personally inserted hairpins inlaid with various colored gems and pearls into her hair.
As time has passed, the man's facial features are as handsome as ever, and he has a noble and majestic demeanor. There is a sense of oppression between his eyebrows that has been in power for a long time, but the eyes he looks at her are extremely gentle.
Wen Ling opened his mouth and shouted out of nowhere, "Brother."
The sound is sweet and waxy, like candy cake.
The man's eyes were dark, and the heartstrings that had been silent for a long time seemed to be plucked so lightly.
Pei Zhan originally thought that he could arrange a good match for the girl he raised with his own hands and watch her get married happily.
However, from the day she grew hair and the girl stood in front of him with a smile, he realized that she had really grown up.
The pearl he raised with his own hands will one day marry someone else.
The desire for exclusivity in my heart grew crazily, swallowing up all my reason.
Since she always wants to marry, why can't she marry him?
Small Theater
When Wen Ling reached the age of proposing marriage, every family in the capital was secretly inquiring, and the doorstep of Pei's house was almost broken by a matchmaker.
In a corner where no one knew, Pei Zhan tightened his grip on the girl's slender waist, gently kissed her red and moist lips, and rubbed her.
"A Ling, pay more attention."
"Have you forgotten everything I taught you?"
Purpose: Loving others is like growing flowers
