Mr. Qin, Your Little Cutie Is Wearing a Vest Again.

Song Chang, who lives in Yunqing Town, just wants to be an ordinary person, cover her little vest and live an ordinary life, but there are always people who don't let her do so. Who would have thought that Mr. Qin, a noble man in the imperial capital who was not a womanizer, would get engaged to her. Everyone said that Mr. Qin had the love of his life. During the engagement party, she left him behind and disappeared quietly. The next time she heard of him was his death. At a charity dinner abroad, he "resurrected from the dead" grabbed her waist and kissed her carefully in the corner, his voice was low and seductive, lingering in her ears, "Are you still running away?" In the villa halfway up the mountain, he kissed her chest, where there was a mark carved by his own hands. There was no anesthetic and there was pain. "Chang Bao will only play the bamboo flute for me, okay?" The love in his eyebrows made her tremble slightly. He said: "I love you, like wildfire burning grass, it will never die out."