It is rumored on the Internet that the owner of Jiasheng Hotel is frigid, but has a pair of beautiful and attractive peach blossom eyes. The eyes are full of emotion, which makes people's hearts flutter.
As the saying goes, he has the appearance of a vagabond and the demeanor of being cut off from love.
Before the melon-eating netizens had time to lament, reliable inside information leaked out: frigidity is a lie, but not being able to love is the real thing.
The entire Internet was in a state of excitement, and everyone was trying to figure out who this Bai Yueguang was.
Several people in the office of a humble magazine were gossiping on their mobile phones.
"Judging from the photos, she is really stunning. Not only are her eyes seductive, but her mouth is also kissable."
"I really envy that Miss Bai Yueguang."
Before he finished speaking, Tian Huixi, who was quietly reading the manuscript in the corner and not participating in the topic, suddenly turned red.
It's night.
In the narrow carriage, the entangled breathing, the smeared lipstick mark, and the playful headband quietly falling on the black leather seat all revealed traces of unusual ambiguity.
Tian Huixi thought silently: How many White Rabbit toffee cans become the unforgettable White Moonlight?
Is the sugar too sweet?
It was another rainy day, and Tian Exi squatted on the side of the road under the street lamp in the dark night. His skirt was soaked by the rain, and his eyes were red. He looked up at the person coming: "Are you here to lie to me too?"
The man knelt down and held her in his arms: "I'm here to love you."
The red wine glass was poured over, and the dusk fell, melting into a pool of amber.
The text of this article was saved on the evening of May 10, 2026.
Intention: The future is long but paper is short, love is long
