Luobingquan

It's like having a dream. This dream is real, visible but intangible, Jiang Qinghe thought. In high school, she was a squeamish and domineering young lady, and he was her eternal "follower." When we met again, she was a well-known writer, and he had become a well-known lawyer. "Jiang Fuqing, what are you doing!" The fair-faced woman said angrily. The man pressed her against the wall and murmured these three words in a low and hoarse voice, like a treasure, "Jiang Qinghe." Jiang Qinghe saw the redness in his eyes and knew that the two of them were destined to be entangled. From now on, there will be no suffering, and I will go to spring. (Tsundere young lady VS cold-faced little follower)