Enjoy a little play, tactfully and melodiously; Waiting for a beloved, there must be an echo.... more>>
It is said that time destroys the flowers. But when I meet my first love again, why is he still the same as before. Pure face, dull temperament, and calm manner.
Xu Qingcheng looked at the Young Master of aristrocratic family who was walking by her side and said in her heart, “So close, but fortunately he doesn’t remember me.”
She played as his acquaintance casually, but wait, isn’t the rhythm a bit wrong? Why does this person eat her lunch box? Why does he want to hug her? Why do you want to say something that makes people blush?
Just when she was in a dilema, the man she couldn’t figure out all the time asked, “Miss Xu Qingcheng, my name is Su Po. I studied opera at the age of fourteen and sang opera for eleven years. I don’t have many hobbies and my personality is good. I can cook some home-cooked meals. May I ask, do you have a demand?”
The unexpected joy is light and warm, the pleasure at the first sight. It is a gentle play after a long absence.
Some say Jiang An Lan is cold and aloof, unsuitable for spending a lifetime with; some say that though you could provoke the entire world, but you should not provoke Jiang An Lan as you will be made to regret it for an eternity. Some say, even, those that Jiang An Lan associates with are on the level of gods.... more>>
In Yao Yuan’s heart, she agrees. Jiang An Lan is an existence to be observed from afar, not to be trifled with.
Until that day, after he forcefully buys, sells and yells at her. She felt that this world had become very strange.
He said: “After you see me, you will never look at anyone else again.”
He said: “You were the only one that I forcefully pursued to become my girlfriend.”
He said: “I don’t know how to pursue someone. If you would like to take it slowly, we can slow down the pace.”
He said: “Xiao Yuan… I am cruel but I will never hurt you.”
Dearest, are these words blunt enough?
At this moment, snowflakes landed lightly on his black hair. There is a glimmer of happiness in his eyes, tempting and tender, afterwards, I belong to you.
If you are able to leave, it is not your beloved; if you cannot leave, it is fate.