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For ten years, his love for her was like a blizzard that never stopped, turning the green mountains into snow-capped mountains and covering the barren land with white snow.
It seemed like a big event, but in fact it was regarded as an extremely ordinary heavy snowfall in the ice and snow wasteland.
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Liang Yujing somehow developed the character of having his sights set higher than the top, and the confidence to be able to grasp everything. He was as cold as snow, but he succumbed to the hem of a woman's skirt.
The desire in his heart surged every time he looked at her.
Once, my good friend Guan Lingyi said to Rong Zhao: "I think there is a man named Liang who likes you."
"Xiao Qi calls him brother."
"That's even more exciting!"
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That night of love.
Liang Yujing sat in the marble bathtub like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Rong Zhao chuckled lightly and raised her feet to get wet with the cold water in the bathtub. The next second, a hand lifted her soles, and a hoarse voice poured into her ears, "Cold water."
The toes turned in the palm of his hand, and the touch instantly turned into an electric current, attacking his nerves.
He stopped her from misbehaving.
"Stop making trouble."
Helpless, but with some enjoyment.
The hot breath sticks to the skin, and the flames set a prairie fire out of control.
"Rong Zhao, what are you doing?"
"..."
Restless, suppressed, surge, subside, break through, endure.
Alcohol fueled the absurd flames, and the white light cut through the night, leaving only a heavy sigh.
And gasping.
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In the early morning after the incident, a sour feeling came over him, and Rong Zhao couldn't help but "hiss".
A tired and hoarse voice came to my ears, "Are you okay?"
Rong Zhao deliberately teased him, "It hurts."
"Where?"
"That."
…
"Liang Yujing, what is our relationship now?"
"You decide."
"I decide?"
There was a cold kiss on the forehead, and there was a hint of weariness in his tone, "What kind of relationship do you think we have, that's what we have."
"One night*?"
"And I also have a marriage contract on me."
"That's okay too."
"Anything will do."
"Little boy*."
"Moral corruption."
Purpose: To love someone is to want them to eat well
