Blow a pillow breeze
If we go back a few years, no one knows how Luo Yu married into the Duan family, let alone how Duan Wen met her.
Everyone only knows that the master of the Duan family is very affectionate with his newly married wife.
As for the evidence or something, it is no longer important.
When mirages appear more often, some people will regard the moon in the water as the flower in the mirror as true feelings.
It is true in any relationship.
boom--
It was the sound of bowls and chopsticks being placed on the table.
It is also the sound of curling hitting the fence.
Duan Yu was alone in the empty ice rink, feeling extremely irritable.
In the evening, he said to cook something for her, and when he came out of the kitchen, he was the only one left in the small apartment.
She left without saying goodbye again.
Oh, if that post-it note that fell on the floor can barely be counted in the farewell range.
He has been wandering aimlessly on the ice rink for a long time, like a lonely ghost, accompanied by loneliness.
Curling is a very small sport. There are dozens of basketball courts in the university town, and this is the only ice rink.
People in the world like to watch competitive sports, but curling is too calm and calculating, no one likes it.
He's also not likable.
She sure doesn't like him anyway.
Duan Yu suddenly hated himself, why did he care so much about a person's attitude towards him.
In the final analysis, he is too useless.
Is it good for her to cook a bowl of noodles for her? of course not.
He is too young, does not have enough capital, does not have enough experience, and is not qualified to solve her worries at all. She should be wronging herself every minute and every second she spends with him.
A delicate and fragrant beauty like her is born to be pampered.
He lacks love, how can he treat her sincerely.
Even though he tried to persuade himself in every possible way, Duan Yu still saw the tent in his crotch when he lowered his head and looked down.
It was hot and fiery, and every tendon was helping him to review the rhythm of the tight cavities.
"Damn—"
The empty ice rink echoed with the boy's soliloquies.
And the unsteady heartbeat.
On the day when there was no class, Duan Yu went back to Zhou's house.
Strictly speaking, it can be regarded as his home.
Commander Zhou was busy with work, so he didn't go to the dinner table often, so he knocked on the door of the study after finishing dinner with his brothers and sisters in name.
"Report, Commander."
"Come in."
Seeing it was him, Commander Zhou's sternness faded three points.
The tall and straight young man has a good looks and talent, he is more human than a few biological dogs.
It's a pity that he is an adopted son, so the degree of intimacy is naturally not much, and even the meeting is in the form of a report, straight to the point.
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Taming Desire (Little Mom)
General Fiction✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋 At the funeral of a wealthy family in the drizzle, the new widow who is pregnant with a posthumous child is still mourning for the master of the Duan family. She was tightly covered in black clothes...
