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Cheng Qian achava que todos os relacionamentos conjugais eram como água morna. Até quatro anos após o casamento! Ela testemunhou pessoalmente seu marido frio como gelo se agachar, gentilmente, para am
In the impenetrable bedroom, breaths tangled together, filling the air.
At dawn, a warm, broad hand still rested against Cheng Qian’s slender waist, as delicate as a willow branch.
Cheng Qian’s eyes snapped open. Realizing she was in an unfamiliar room, she sat up in shock.
The next moment, her pupils quivered.
Beside her lay a man, utterly unclothed.
Just then, the man was awakened by her movements. He pressed his aching forehead, propping himself up.
“Cheng Qian.”
Li Zhinan immediately recognized her—the girl his mother had brought to the banquet.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Li... we…”
Cheng Qian stammered, too frightened to believe what had happened.
Li Zhinan crossed his arms, his handsome face tinted with suspicion.
“I’ll leave first…” Cheng Qian was at a loss for how to deal with the situation, panic driving her to escape.
A large hand grasped her wrist. “Settle things properly before you go.”
Cheng Qian froze, her mind blank.
“Mr. Li, this might just be... a misunderstanding.” Her words had barely left her lips.
On the sheet she had pulled away, a dazzling patch of plum blossoms appeared.
Those scattered petals seemed to silently mock her claim of a misunderstanding.
Cheng Qian was struck dumb, shrinking back and trembling, forcefully dragging the blanket to cover herself.
The blanket was snatched away, and Li Zhinan’s imposing, aggressive figure suddenly invaded her vision.
Cheng Qian’s eyes widened again.
Li Zhinan grabbed the blanket b