silently on a square chair with her cap brim pulled low while others rest or chat over milk tea nearby.The weather is chilly, and she warms her hands but doesn't know where to go next.Chen Xieru and...052 Who Am I

"Don't leave me." He murmured repeatedly, his face pale. Warming stared at him blankly; it turned out that even the eccentric Ye was a deeply affectionate person—he too had his moon in his heart.

But where was his beloved

For all these years, he had been surrounded by women, constantly embroiled in scandals. What purpose did all of this serve

Could it be that he was hurt by love

His mumbling tone sounds rather tragic...

Disheveled in the warm breeze...

Injured by love

This變態的Ye Er (Second Young Master), injured by love... Her eyes twitched a few times. Who in their right mind would fall for him, and who is unfortunate enough to be liked by him And who has the courage to leave him She began to admire the woman who left him.

To abandon the scheming, perverted, unpredictable, cold, cruel, and satanic Ye Feimo is truly a supremely wise decision.

His kiss suddenly intensified, with more elements of plunder. His eyes opened, his gaze instantly becoming sharp; in one move, he tore her nightgown off. Warmth was shocked, standing there completely naked before him.

The spring scenery spilled out.

He increased the force of his plundering.

The situation changed too quickly, catching Warmth off guard. This emotionless, clearly humiliating touch made her feel miserable; although she knew it was what she had promised and needed to pay for...

"Ye Feimo, do you know who I am" Warm Smile asked with a gentle smile, but she couldn't understand why there was such profound sorrow in her heart.

He hesitated for a moment and stopped his plundering actions.

The woman beneath him lay naked, her smiling apricot eyes especially captivating. She truly had very beautiful eyes, especially when they smiled, like two petals of peach blossoms.

She continued to smile sweetly at him, but for him, it was a silent accusation.e her effortsPerhaps this world was like that—when people think someone is good, they always believe she has good luck or connections; what does she rely on What gives her the right to succeed It's ha...