te dress, pure as driven snow. With just a touch of makeup, her already sweet face seemed even more captivating, undoubtedly winning over many men's hearts.But!Su, Man, Xue!As the fiancee of the cold...During this time, Su Manxue has been imitating Tong Yimo's every word and deed, mimicking her every move. She even learned to cook the dishes that Leng Yeshen loved most from Liu Shushen, learning all about his preferences from her.

In conclusion, Liu's words woke Su Manxue up. For the position of Cold Family's eldest young mistress, Su Manxue decided to go all out.

She wanted to completely transform herself into Tong Yimo, from her appearance and voice to every smile and frown, mimicking them flawlessly.

Liu's aunt didn't notice Su Manxue's abnormal reaction. She just thought that the young mistress had seen through it and changed her difficult, sharp, and arrogant personality, willing to be kind to others. This was the best thing that could happen.

People are not perfect, so everyone has a bad side.

Late at night, Leng Ye held Tong Yimo in his arms and entered the VIP elevator in Leng's Group Building. They went straight to the president's office.

He had never hurried like this before. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he rushed to the second-floor break room in his office, holding the woman in his arms.

At this moment, his eyes were no longer clear, filled with a murky heat of desire.

Cold Night sank gently placed Tong Yimò onto his own bed. Looking at her sleeping face, he was still drunk, her pink lips crystal clear and plump, alluring. His abdomen unconsciously tightened.

He only felt that his own heart was slowly being devoured by darkness.

Since she appeared in the Cold family manor, he realized he had mistaken her for someone else, and she became his sister-in-law. From that moment on, his heart has been aching.

The pain might numb if it lasts long, but his was so excruciating he wished he were dead.

Yimo, you are wrong too! It was you who made me fall in love with you, but the heartache is only mine!!

In the cold night, Chen Fu leaned down and stretched out his hand, slowly unbuttoning each button on Tong Yimo's shirt.

Beneath her clothes, her skin was like snow, delicate and smooth.

In the cold night, Leng Ye looked into Tong Yi Mo's eyes, which seemed to grow deeper and deeper. There seemed to be a flame leaping within them.

Under her fingertips, her collar opened on both sides, revealing skin as white and smooth as jade.

Below a delicate collarbone, a white undergarment hugged a softly rising bosom.

He remembered, her body was still clean.

Then, his pain would be healed by her first time.

In the cold night, Chen Su followed suit and took off his shirt, baring his arms, and leaned towards Tong Yimo.

She was still fast asleep, completely unaware that she was about to become a delectable "treat" for a bloodthirsty young man.

Cold Night sank his hand up, lovingly caressing Tong Yi Mo's cheek, tracing her brows, eyes, nose, and finally his fingertip lingered on her cherry lips.

In the next instant, he cupped her chin, tilting her head up slightly, and slowly met her with the kiss that was about to fall.

However, when the four lips were only a centimeter apart, Tong Yimo suddenly opened her eyes.

Leng Ye Chen was startled, his movements freezing mid-air.

"Daylight, when are you coming back" Tong Yimo mumbled sleepily, her consciousness hazy.

She seemed to be daydreaming, or perhaps she had mistaken him for someone else.

Cold Night sank not knowing what kind she was, only gazing at her with deep affection.

"Daylight, will you keep me company I'm so lonely..." Tong Yimo raised her hands and suddenly hugged Leng Yechen's neck, pulling him closer to her.

Cold Night hadn't expected her to make such a move. In a moment of distraction, his body directly pressed onto hers.

Her soft skin pressed close to his muscular chest.

A fine layer of sweat gradually formed on her forehead, dampening her fringe.

"Yimò, who am I" Leng Yè asked coldly, his heart as sharp as a knife.

Tong Yimo's eyes were dazed and unfocused, unable to find a point of focus.

“You are my daytime scene! You belong to me alone! You’re still my husband! In this world, you’re the best husband for me! Mm— marrying you, I'm so happy…” Tong Yimo said, a smile on her lips, slowly closing her eyes, her voice becoming softer and fainter, “Here—husband… I look forward to… your wedding day… I want a rose-filled bridal suite… a big round bed full of roses… Husband… you say… you’ll give me the most beautiful… wedding night…”

This... is what Ajing promised to give Yimo

Therefore, Ajing has never touched Yimou until now

Listening to Tong Yimo's ramblings, Leng Yechen felt not only heartache but also a profound sense of guilt.

His cloudy eyes finally regained their former coldness and sharpness.

Cold Night sank suddenly to his feet, maintaining a distance from Tong Yimo.

Indeed, he also had a dark side to his heart. He almost ruined the happiness of Yimo and Ajing.

Originally, Ajing didn't touch Yimo because he wanted to give her a beautiful wedding night.

Then, how much of an asshole is Leng Yechen compared to his own younger brother

Ajing knows how to respect Yimo, but he just...

Perhaps he was spoiled by his grandfather since he was a child!

From a young age, he got whatever he wanted. Even when dealing with enemies, he always confidently toyed with them, making them dance around him.

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