Mr. Tezuka, Please Restrain Yourself.

Columns in the same series, long articles, etc. Are welcome to join Copywriting: His tenderness is like the glacier on the top of the Alps, covered with frost that never melts. But three feet below the ice, hot lava surged. Layla didn't pay much attention at first, until one snowy night, she heard the crisp sound of ice cracking. The hot breath passed over the side of her neck, and the lava that had been imprisoned for a long time penetrated every gap and spread along her trembling back. Her reason was burned to ashes and defeated. All the heat of this iceberg melted only for her. "Small theater" "Guoguang..." In the bedroom late at night, Leila pushed him with tears in her eyes, "There will be an art exhibition tomorrow..." The man leaned over and bit her earlobe, his voice was hoarse and hoarse: "Now you know you are afraid? Who did you say was abstinent? Huh?" Reading instructions: ◆The cold and abstinent noble son × the bright and flamboyant young lady ◆1v1 double cleansing/the ultimate pull from restraint to loss of control Intention: Lovers will eventually get married