[The next part is written as "Love in the Dark Night", please see the text at the bottom.
Copywriting of this article:
◎Prying the corner/Xiong Jing Shura Field/Both men are clean and messy
◎The deviant and rebellious son of heaven/the crazy yandere boss × the sober and contradictory cold beauty
In the sixth year of following Meng Jingyan, Lan Yang became increasingly unbearable with his almost pathological desire for control.
The night was dark, and the man's slender fingers gently touched the lighter. As the smoke filled the air, his fingertips touched her lips.
The wet and trembling throbbing was pulled out. He turned a blind eye: "When you are with me, you are not allowed to be unhappy."
This is not a joke between lovers, but an order from a superior to the butterfly in the cage.
This relationship was not glorious, but she couldn't escape it.
Lan Yang thought: Just being with him every day would shorten his life by ten years.
"Really?"
Meng Jingyan shook off the cigarette butt, saw through her easily, and smiled sullenly: "That's just right, we can die together."
"..."
"Remember, your whole life, from birth to death, can only be mine."
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Of course Qi Wennian had known about their relationship for a long time.
Therefore, when Lan Yang, a butterfly on the verge of collapse, had to temporarily rest on his fingertips because of desperation——
He thought very seriously for two seconds.
Two seconds later.
The bad young man pretended not to know, letting Lanyang stand on tiptoe and kiss his lips.
He grabbed her hand tightly, intertwined their fingers, and kissed her back equally hard. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the study room, there was a strong wind and heavy rain, and everything in the world was eclipsed. Only this kiss was a bright and sincere red.
"We shouldn't be like this, I love him..."
"Really? If you love him, why would you give me a chance to take advantage of him?"
Copywriting of the next book "Dark Night Love":
◎Cool and stubborn female star × Dangerous paranoid rich talker, clean man
Late at night, Liang Mian went home with her wealthy boyfriend, and happened to meet her boyfriend's uncle, Bo Sinian, the talker of the Bo Group, returning from a talk.
The lights were dim and the man was wearing a dignified and crisp black suit, leaning against the Maybach.
He looked at the two people with their fingers intertwined in silence, his deep eyebrows illuminated by the light of the lighter.
The cold and bitter smell of cigarettes filled the air, like a piece of silk soaked in gasoline, burning dangerously in the dark night.
Liang Mian's heart tightened.
Her boyfriend unconsciously held her hand and whispered quietly: "Don't worry, my uncle is very gentle and won't embarrass you."
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What her boyfriend didn't know was that many years ago, Bo Sinian had locked hands with Liang Mian like this.
He pushed her against the wall, letting his always neat suit be torn into a mess, and the collar was full of wrinkles.
Then, he kissed her deeply like crazy, over and over again, even if there was a fishy sweetness on his lips, he would never let go.
"I will die if I leave you. So, for me, are you willing to go to hell with me?"
Liang Mian didn't answer.
Only she knew how paranoid and crazy the gentle Bo Sinian was in private.
Two hours later.
Liang Mian lit a cigarette and offered it to the man beside him who never smoked.
Bo Sinian took all the photos, and the possessiveness in his eyes disappeared with the bright light of the fire, and finally surged into a sea of fire.
Concept: Abnormal love is wonderful, but equal love is even more valuable.
