Love in full bloom

She was so angry, so mad with rage that it almost burst out of her mouth like lava, and her brain was out of control as well as her tongue, she yelling at him. "I think you two share the same rotten tastes."

Qin Yichen's brows seemed to twist into a horizontal line. "What do you mean?"

His anger and chill spread through the room, making her feel like she was caught between ice and fire.

But she was so angry that she couldn't control herself, she repeating. "You two share the same rotten tastes. You two just share the same rotten tastes!"

The veins on his forehead burst and twitched, he picking her up, throwing her on the bed, and then he getting on top of her.

She struggled, kicked and punched him like she was mad, she seeming to have no thoughts, no reason, only anger.

"Let go of me. If you like Mo Mengshan so much, you can go to her. I'm not a substitute for her. I wouldn't be a substitute for her even if I were a puppet."

"Dear little hedgehog, you are indeed very wild." With a cold snort, he grabbed her collar, tearing it in two.

His handsome face was close to hers, his thin lips brushing against hers like a feather. "I am the devil, and if you don't go to hell, who go to hell?"

His voice not cold, and his look not severe, his voice sounded low, as if he were flirting with her.

She bit her lips. "Then let's go to hell together?"

"You just have to accept it." He raised the corners of his mouth, bowed his head, and kissed her...

When the midnight wind blew in through the slightly open windows, everything calmed down.

His firm iron arms forced her into his arms.

"Mo Mengshan will leave hospital tomorrow and come back in the afternoon. If you want to prove your innocence, be clever."

"I'm just innocent, so I don't need to prove my innocence." She looked upright and righteous.

His voice was dictatorial and domineering, sounding like the

believe in Mo Mengshan and not me, right?"

"Do you want me to believe you?" He asked her.

without hesitation. "If the whole world believes me, but you don't, I can't argue with it. But if you believe me, even if the whole world doubts me, I win."

sounded very serious, solemn and calm, his dark eyes flashed in the dark night, and

like a smile!

rare, precious and

beauty was not

the moment that the kadapur flowers

and most mysterious flower

the dark of the night and quietly disappearing before dawn. The blooming lasted

a fleeting beauty that no

was so priceless that even the richest people couldn’t buy it.

her was as precious as the moment that kadapur flowers blossomed.

though she wanted to capture it, and remember it, it seemed like

watched in silence, knowing that his smile would vanish as soon as

notice, his face freezing.

staring at me?

ached. She had been holding on, not daring

tapped her on the head. "No way. You were

smiled,

a nymphomaniac?" He

beauty, turning them into inspiration." Her long, thick

you inspired now?"

"The theme of the wedding ring is eternal. Hold on to each other, while hold on to each other's hearts. The theme of my design is the love of flowers,

with a thin arc of evil and mockery. "For a wedding ring designed by a loser in marriage, I would

of marriage is mutual. We are both

appropriate to

deepened, his mahogany eyes narrowing with a hint of anger in his