Li Qingshen, "If I hadn't planted deep feelings for you years ago, how could I have remained so focused all these years?"
Ling Momo, "The initial amazement was entirely because of my lack of experience."
Ye Feiyue, "Behind the aloofness lies... perhaps fear, fear of loss, hence the refusal."
In the upcoming cold winter, make a cup of milk tea every day, hold it in your palms, and watch me tell a warm, passionate legend.
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[Prologue: Beginning]
The night was as cool as water.
The hazy moonlight was blocked by the heavy curtains, and the room was pitch black.
Ling Momo lay there quietly, every breath filled with the scent of the man beside her, light and elegant.
Ling Momo slightly raised her eyes and looked at the face so close to her.
The room was too dark; no matter how hard she tried to frown, all she could see was lumps of darkness, and she couldn't make out his features at all.
Even though she had tangled with him in passionate frenzy many times, she still didn't know what this man really looked like.
Ling Momo stared blankly for a while, unable to resist raising her hand to lightly trace his contours.
She wanted to feel his appearance.
The man suddenly reached out and pushed her away, then turned and left.
Ling Momo frowned slightly, looking at the shadow in the dark, and slowly opened her mouth to ask, "Are you leaving?"
The man gave no reply, and the faint sounds of dressing could be heard.
Ling Momo lowered her gaze, her tone soft, "I am getting married."
The sound of the man dressing vanished instantly.
The man stood there, unmoving. Ling Momo couldn't see his face, couldn't guess his emotions, but in the darkness, she could clearly feel a chilling coldness emanating from him, surrounding her, making her feel tense, as if she couldn't breathe.
Ling Momo's body involuntarily shivered, suppressing the urge to flee, and she silently gritted her teeth, "We have been together ninety-nine times. Just one more time, and you and I can be completely done with each other. So let's have tonight, to save us the trouble of meeting again in the future."
Before Ling Momo's voice settled, clothing flew towards her head.
Ling Momo reached out, hurriedly pulling the clothing off her head. Amidst the chaos, a pair of slender, warm fingers silently clasped around her neck.
Ling Momo froze, eyes wide open, staring at the shadow in front of her, not daring to move a muscle. She felt her breathing growing increasingly labored. Was he trying to strangle her?
"Trouble?" The man's voice resonated, carrying an eerie and dangerous tone. Read full story at novel~fire~net
"Uh-huh, I am afraid of causing you trouble and... I'm getting married tomorrow, so let's reluctantly compromise this time, finish it once and for all, is that fine?"
Ling Momo felt the grip on her neck tighten. She blinked and tried to smile, her voice innocent, "Or, you know what, how about I give you an additional time...?"
Accompanied by her whimper, the man's lips pressed down on hers with astonishingly domineering force...