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Shen Hanxi likes Fu Chenzhou and has been doing it for eleven years. One night, he was pressed against the door panel, and the man's faint voice crossed the tip of his ears, "Avoid me?" "Huh? Sister Shen." His unique pinewood breath oppressed her heart, and Shen Hanxi couldn't help her heartbeat speeding up. "My heart is beating so fast." "You like me?" "What if you are?" Fu Chenzhou's voice was cold and full of warning, "Shen Hanxi, it's pointless to be emotional." Fu Chenzhou, the proud son of heaven, had a distinguished family background, was wanton and cold-blooded. He thought he had no feelings for Shen Hanxi, he loved her when he was around, and it didn't matter if she was lost. But when Jiangcheng no longer had that charming figure, he finally noticed something... Goodbye in the capital, he has a fiancée, and she also has a fiancé, but so what, no one can get involved with the person Fu Chenzhou likes. Shen Hanxi: "Mr. Fu, please respect yourself."