Poor boy & little sun ||Female chasing man||Reunion||Shuangjie||End of the year|End of text
During the years of self-imposed exile, Qu Xia would often hear news about Kan Boqing.
Rong City's AI technology upstart, Forbes' youngest top ten finalist, has single-handedly promoted Rong City to a first-tier city. He is decisive but low-key and introverted, and rarely appears in public.
The next time they met was at an AI hearing, Kan Baiqing looked cold and tit-for-tat, without the heat and pity in her eyes, and allowed others to trample on her.
She thought she deserved it, after all, not everyone deserved to stay where they were and wait.
When she and he were acquainted, she stalked him fiercely, but after she got it, she didn't cherish it. She picked up a high branch and flew away.
Qu Xia spoke frankly without any dignity:
"I've fallen in love with someone else, let's break up."
"What you can't give me, he can give."
Qu Xia remembered that Kan Baiqing hugged her with red eyes and begged her: "Give me a little more time." But she pushed him away without hesitation.
Years later, her identity was reversed, and she tried her old trick to pursue him, but he said: "You are not qualified."
When she finally gave up her fantasy and accepted her destiny, he used relatives as bait to force her to get married.
She knew that he was just unwilling to give in and hastily obtained the marriage certificate. The two of them still seemed like strangers.
He didn't know that she had never forgotten him during the days he left.
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On a heavy rainy night, the dark room on the top floor of the club was filled with fragrance. She pushed him down on the leather sofa, knelt on his waist, and kissed his smooth forehead, red eyes, lips smelling of alcohol and wide Adam's apple, all the way down.
She heard that his breathing rhythm was disrupted by her, and his hands were clenched into fists, with veins showing.
The black metal zipper made her hands extremely white.
She felt like she was controlling his emotions and heartbeat, and an unprecedented throbbing flowed through her heart.
He turned into a wolf who didn't know how to be satisfied, asking her to make up for the debt she had suffered for so many years.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long - Pablo Neruda
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