Enter My Lovesickness Gate

The ultimate showdown between a gentle and sinister man and a domineering and devoted man. A gentle man who always gave her warm tolerance when she was most embarrassed and helpless. A domineering and affectionate person who wants to leave the deepest mark on her life. He was gentle but sinister, luring her step by step into his web; he was domineering but tender, keeping every detail of her in his heart. ┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅ When she was young, she was a completely bad girl in his heart. The two of them would fight a little every two days, a big fight every three days, and they would stage a full-scale martial arts show every few days. "Kid, it's not that I deliberately retaliate against you. It's because you are too short. I just shook my hands after washing them, and the water droplets hit your face directly!" Shang Jin laughed so hard that tears filled the corners of his eyes. Oh my god, my earth, Sister Angel finally vented her anger for herself! "Humph, what are you so proud of! Isn't it amazing how tall you are?" As he spoke, he glanced at the scenery outside unintentionally and raised the corner of his mouth, "Slender and long, you are Bigan Dole!" "Bigandol? What is that?" Shang Jin was puzzled. "Hahaha..." Jiang Yueye started to laugh before she could answer, "That's your foreign name!" He felt that she was definitely teasing him, but Shang Jin couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean?" "You don't know this?" Jiang Yueye smiled as if he was harmless, "Bigandoer just has two more ears than a telephone pole!" Time passed, things changed, and with the throbbing of youth, he finally understood that his deep love was waiting for her alone. Jiang Yueye took Shang Jin's arm, "Shang Jin, isn't this bad? Don't affect your company because of me." Jiang Yueye still wanted to say something, but she was embraced into a warm embrace, with a light mint fragrance, just like the awkward boy in his youth, who always treated her with a cool tone, but left a profound and eternal flavor. Every time he recalls that time, it always makes people fascinated. Strong arms circled his waist, and Shang Jin gently rubbed Jiang Yueye's head with his chin, "Yueye, no matter what, you are the most important." ┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅ Facing him in front of her, Jiang Yueye always felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. "The reason why I returned to China is very simple." Cheng Jingyang's words sounded, and the whole place immediately fell silent. He smiled slowly, with a different kind of tenderness on his brows and eyes, "Because my heart is lost to one person, and in return..." His eyes passed through thousands of people, tightly surrounding Jiang Yueye, "I want... Her whole life..." "Jingyang, have we really met before? Why do I have no impression at all?" "Yes, we have met a long time ago." After receiving Cheng Jingyang's affirmative answer, she could finally confirm her guess. "When did it happen?" "Yue Ye, forgive me for my own pride. I don't want to use the past as a weight for my feelings and let you accept my feelings because of the past. When the day comes that you fall in love with me too, I will tell you everything." In the face of love, she hesitated and felt deeply uneasy. "Yue Ye, you are afraid. You are afraid of betrayal, afraid that you will risk your life to love but it will not last long, and afraid of the sudden disappearance of protection and dependence. Maybe you have experienced such a loss before, which makes you shrink back like this." He took Jiang Yueye's hand and put her hand on his chest. The beating of his heart was transmitted to Jiang Yueye's hand through his clothes, "Do you feel it, Yueye? I am by your side, now and in the future... I will not be absent from your life." ┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅ Two men, two different loves, once they enter the gate of lovesickness, they realize the pain of lovesickness. This article is affectionate, warm, pampering, and touching. It is also full of poisonous tongue, peach blossom eyes, and cute stupidity. All kinds of joys are staged in turn. Everyone is welcome to join in.