When Pei Shu met Xia Mishen, the lady's cigarette in her hand had not yet been burned out, and the stars were only twenty centimeters above his head.
"Xia Mishen, from now on, I want you to remember that you are my Peishu, a special Shu."
The first time she met Xia Mi Shen was in a pile of physical examination reports. She liked the name and the inexperienced and sunny face in the one-inch ID photo.
Of course, I covet his young and healthy body even more.
Pei Shu hoped that he would be greedy for something, preferably money, so that she would not be burdened.
But his sincere enthusiasm, from raw to skillful, is about to get out of control.
Pei Shu was rational. When the breakup letter was delivered to Xia Mi Shen, neon lights were dancing late at night in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment.
When the cigarette ashes fell to the ground, someone broke in. Without saying a word, Xia Mishen picked the person up and picked him up. The red rope at the ankle bones swayed and the two fell to pieces on the big bed. The scarlet color fell on the collarbone and never burned out again.
"You said that I am yours, Shu, Shu who leads the same journey through different paths."
Scumbag female capitalist × innocent male
The copy was written on February 6, 2025. The screenshot is kept as a souvenir.
Purpose: Love yourself more than anything else
