Last time he told her, ‘I have never had one woman’, but he did not name who this woman was.

Instead, she looked at her with a naked look, which made her heart think that the woman he was referring to was Lin Qianqian.

But he didn't say it after all, so she chose to ignore his words.

This time, he said directly, "Take you as my woman, the only woman from beginning to end."

She, Lin Qianqian, is his only woman, Yan Mubei.

He said.

It clearly stated his meaning so bluntly, without ambiguity or twitching.

Lin Qianqian's heart was beaten hard by heavy blows, and she couldn't help but beat in a mess. When she was embarrassed, her body stiffened.

She slowly closed her eyes, and a trace of pain flashed across her beautiful face.

So what about the only one?

He and she are people from two worlds, with disagreements and constant quarrels. So what?

There are countless women he has outside. He doesn't regard those women as his women, so what do he regards them as?

Is it a garbage that can be eaten and abandoned?

What about her?

He will no longer love her in the future and believe that her fate will be the same as those women.

Lin Qianqian couldn't help but sneer, feeling that the man's definition of my woman is ridiculous.

What's even more ridiculous is that she almost believed what he said.

When they were in love, he could have been lingering with Chai Jiao while loving her, and he didn't even think he was wrong.

How did he tell her at that time?

He said this was a fun thing. Not to mention the men in the world, the men in this world are hugging each other, one at home and a few outside live like this.

As long as he gives her love to Lin Qianqian, as long as he has only her in his heart, he doesn't have to blame her in his body.

Ha, what a righteous talk.

It stabbed her heart like a sharp knife, and blood flowed into a river.

When the pain was the most painful, she swore to heaven that she would never love him again in her life.

I will never fall in love with Yan Mubei, a scumbag, and it will only cause sadness.

Since that's the case, why should she be moved again and let him hurt her sincerity again?

...

She didn't speak or struggled to walk away, which made Yan Mubei's heart beat faster and then became uneasy.

I remember when I confessed to her last time, she mentioned their marriage, and she rejected him so stubbornly and disgustedly.

It seemed as if he was the scum she looked down upon the most and didn't deserve her at all.

If it were another woman, he would have left and ignored him again.

But... this person is her.

Lin Qianqian.

A little woman he fell in love with at first sight, and then fell in love with her deeply, and was pampered and indulged in love with her.

How could he be willing to die without success when he gave his heart to her?

She didn't say anything, and his heart was waiting for her.

So he didn't speak.

For a moment, the big living room was terriblely quiet.

After a while, he finally couldn't stand the torture of silence and held her hand harder and harder.

He pulled her hard, pulled her into his arms, surrounded her from behind, and trapped her hard.

His head was lowered, against the top of her hair, his arms were so strong that they were surrounded by shoulders on both sides and crossed to her chest.

So intimate and so heartbeat.

Her back was pressed against his chest, and she could clearly feel his heartbeat, and slapped her again and again.

Then her back became hot, her face became hot, and her heartbeat followed his.

Last time he told her, ‘I have never had one woman’, but he did not name who this woman was.

Instead, she looked at her with a naked look, which made her heart think that the woman he was referring to was Lin Qianqian.

But he didn't say it after all, so she chose to ignore his words.

This time, he said directly, "Take you as my woman, the only woman from beginning to end."

She, Lin Qianqian, is his only woman, Yan Mubei.

He said.

It clearly stated his meaning so bluntly, without ambiguity or twitching.

Lin Qianqian's heart was beaten hard by heavy blows, and she couldn't help but beat in a mess. When she was embarrassed, her body stiffened.

She slowly closed her eyes, and a trace of pain flashed across her beautiful face.

So what about the only one?

He and she are people from two worlds, with disagreements and constant quarrels. So what?

There are countless women he has outside. He doesn't regard those women as his women, so what do he regards them as?

Is it a garbage that can be eaten and abandoned?

What about her?

He will no longer love her in the future and believe that her fate will be the same as those women.

Lin Qianqian couldn't help but sneer, feeling that the man's definition of my woman is ridiculous.

What's even more ridiculous is that she almost believed what he said.

When they were in love, he could have been lingering with Chai Jiao while loving her, and he didn't even think he was wrong.

How did he tell her at that time?

He said this was a fun thing. Not to mention the men in the world, the men in this world are hugging each other, one at home and a few outside live like this.

As long as he gives her love to Lin Qianqian, as long as he has only her in his heart, he doesn't have to blame her in his body.

Ha, what a righteous talk.

It stabbed her heart like a sharp knife, and blood flowed into a river.

When the pain was the most painful, she swore to heaven that she would never love him again in her life.

I will never fall in love with Yan Mubei, a scumbag, and it will only cause sadness.

Since that's the case, why should she be moved again and let him hurt her sincerity again?

...

She didn't speak or struggled to walk away, which made Yan Mubei's heart beat faster and then became uneasy.

I remember when I confessed to her last time, she mentioned their marriage, and she rejected him so stubbornly and disgustedly.

It seemed as if he was the scum she looked down upon the most and didn't deserve her at all.

If it were another woman, he would have left and ignored him again.

But... this person is her.

Lin Qianqian.

A little woman he fell in love with at first sight, and then fell in love with her deeply, and was pampered and indulged in love with her.

How could he be willing to die without success when he gave his heart to her?

She didn't say anything, and his heart was waiting for her.

So he didn't speak.

For a moment, the big living room was terriblely quiet.

After a while, he finally couldn't stand the torture of silence and held her hand harder and harder.

He pulled her hard, pulled her into his arms, surrounded her from behind, and trapped her hard.

His head was lowered, against the top of her hair, his arms were so strong that they were surrounded by shoulders on both sides and crossed to her chest.

So intimate and so heartbeat.

Her back was pressed against his chest, and she could clearly feel his heartbeat, and slapped her again and again.

Then her back became hot, her face became hot, and her heartbeat followed his.
Chapter completed!