He stepped into the room and saw the photos scratched on the wall - his and her wedding photos.
Suddenly he reached out his hand and punched him.
Glass shattered.
With drops of blood, it fell to the ground bit by bit.[
Between his handsome brows and eyes, there was a vague enchanting aura. He threw himself on the big sofa in the bedroom, raised his head and looked at the ceiling, which seemed to be rotating.
He slowly closed his eyes tiredly.
Three hundred and sixty-five days and nights, she finally came back...
Her expression was as calm and clear as ever, as if he had never had any relationship with her.
On the night when he regretted his marriage, he had been waiting for her, waiting to see if she would come to him and say to him: "Bo Qing, why did you regret your marriage?"
Then he could give her a wedding in full glory.
But she didn't come.
He finally went to the East Palace Prince of the Bo Emperor Group, Mr. Bo, lowered his stature and went to the Jin family, putting aside his pride to win her back.
However, that woman has disappeared.
A year later, when he came back, he thought that the things from the past would gradually fade away.
Only now does he know————
It turns out that everything is as clear as before.
He knew clearly that what she gave him might be another trap, but he still jumped in without hesitation.
Closing his eyes, he could vaguely feel the heat in his lower body, which had not dissipated yet. It was as if he could clearly feel her breath spraying softly there not long ago.
There was no wine, but he was drunk.
Really drunk.
As long as she is here, others will be drunk, their hearts will be drunk, and their whole body will be drunk...
Intoxicated by that lovely person.
Bo Qing's eyelashes are very long, trembling and slightly raised. Under the dim light that is produced with special effects to help you sleep, they look abrupt and exaggeratedly beautiful.[
His lips are neither thin nor thick, just right, with an indescribable sex appeal.
Smiling habitually.
How much emotion is hidden in that perfect and amazing smile?
His fingertips were slightly cool and he touched his body gently, as if he could feel her body temperature.
Over the years, he has never forgotten her warmth, her face, her body. How many times, in the dead of night, when he was alone, he thought about it like this.
