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.

guilty." His voice was dictatorial and domineering,

deeply. "You believe in Mo Mengshan and not me, right?"

you want me to believe you?" He

can't argue with it. But if you

flashed in the dark night, and his thin lips were involuntarily

was like a smile!

rare, precious and real smile!

most rare beauty

was the moment that the kadapur flowers

the rarest and most

night and quietly disappearing before dawn. The blooming lasted only an hour, being irregular without

that no

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

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

she wanted to capture it, and remember it, it seemed like an illusion

silence, knowing that his smile would vanish as soon as

did notice, his face freezing.

"Why are you staring at me? You look like

holding on, not daring to blink, as she was afraid that if

on the head. "No way. You were

She knew he'd deny it. "I thought you smiled, and when

"So you're staring at me like a nymphomaniac?"

"As a designer, I need to capture moments of beauty, turning them into inspiration." Her long, thick lashes flickered with a hint

"Are you inspired now?"

to each other's hearts. The theme of my design is the love of flowers, which makes beautiful

thin arc of evil and mockery. "For a wedding ring designed by a loser in marriage, I would never

the management of marriage is mutual. We are both being defeated

boss, was it appropriate to say

anger