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Notification of entry into V: Starting from Chapter 20 on February 13th!
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[Mutual crush + redemption + age difference (6 years) + height difference]
Downtrodden little white rabbit (suffer) VS unruly tomboy (attack)
Shen Xing was born with a good skin, but it was a pity that he ended up in a not-so-good family.
It was already winter and she came to the hotel wearing thin clothes. She had to sacrifice herself for her mother's relics.
She thought this was her fate.
Suddenly, a pair of warm jade hands hugged her. This was a warmth she had never felt before. She only remembered that there was a faint fragrance of roses that made her feel at ease.
She thought she was saved, but who knew she fell into another wolf den again.
Zhou Yu looked her up and down and laughed out loud. She put down her wine glass and slowly approached her, placing her hands against the sofa rail. At this time, Shen Xing couldn't hear anything but the clang of the beads on her hand and neck was extremely loud.
The two looked at each other. Zhou Yu was the first to break the silence and heard her say: "Long time no see, Professor Shen."
Small theater:
The reporter interviewed Zhou Qing and asked: "Dr. Zhou, how do you feel about your daughter's behavior?"
Zhou Qing smiled helplessly and said, "I had a daughter before, and then two sons."
Reporter: "......"
Intention: The person I love happens to love me too
Reader comments
Yes, yes, someone may have tampered with it again. Fortunately, I met two miracle doctors. Otherwise, the tragedy would have happened again. But to be honest, in ancient times, it would be difficult for many women to accept the scars left by incisions on the abdomen to remove the child and sutures.
Yes, yes, someone may have tampered with it again. Fortunately, I met two miracle doctors. Otherwise, the tragedy would have happened again. But to be honest, in ancient times, it would be difficult for many women to accept the scars left by incisions on the abdomen to remove the child and sutures.