The green tea leaves danced in the water, as if catering to the water surrounding it, and they blended with each other until the white water turned green and the leaves turned yellow.
Originally, I shouldn't drink tea at night, just because tea is Ding Ziqian's favorite. When I think of him, I can't help but miss the light fragrance of tea.
She once laughed at him because he loved drinking tea so much, so he shouldn't play the piano but the guqin.
trickling water, towering green mountains, light tea fragrance...
Ziqian, I miss you so much.
Transparent tears slowly fell from her eyes.
My heart aches so much, and the air is full of suffocating loneliness and sadness.
"Sister, have you broken up with Brother Ding?" Yu Xinai asked in a sleepy voice.
"Yes!" Yu Nianen quickly wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. After tomorrow, she and Ding Ziqian should have broken up.
That warm and familiar embrace, those gentle whispers, and that touching tenderness no longer belonged to her, Yu Nianen.
"Goodbye, Prince Piano!" She held the cup and let the hot temperature scorch her palms.
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Early the next morning, the Bentley parked downstairs at Yu Nianen's house. She politely asked the driver to take her sister back to school first.
After returning from school, the car parked outside the Yunxiang Hotel in the city center. This is the highest-starred and most luxurious hotel in the city. The driver told her the room number.
After taking the elevator up, the waiter led her to the door of the room. The door was open. Apparently the driver called her in time.
After entering the house, Yu Nianen opened the box and began to sort out the clothes he had brought, sorting them one by one and hanging them in the cabinet.
Rong Beiming sat quietly, placing his elbows on the armrests of the sofa and supporting his head.
He kept looking at her. Her figure was beautiful, her movements were graceful, and her whole body exuded an elegance and reserve that fascinated him.
It's a pity that such a girl uses her body in exchange for benefits, regardless of her age. It's a pity that her innocence is lost.
He frowned slightly and asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Um!"
"Do you love him?"
"like!"
"Then you're still betraying yourself. Is that interesting?"
Yu Nianen stopped what he was doing, turned to look at him, with a smile on his lips, but his eyes were still cold: "Repent? If Mr. Rong is not willing, then I will leave."
As she spoke, she began to take off the clothes from the hangers again.