d, embracing, kissing, going to bed—it was all there."Well, then! Let's make plans another day." Ji Siyan forced a smile and turned to leave.Liang Zhujing didn't think too much, she returned to her of..."Si Yan, don't push me." Leng Zhu Jing coldly interrupted Ji Si Yan's words.

Ji Siyan looked at Leng Zhulang's resolute and determined attitude, suddenly understanding something. She decided to step back and soften first: "A-Jing, I'll listen to you in everything, okay Since you want to temporarily distance yourself from me, then I will temporarily distance myself from you too."

Leng Zhujing glanced at Ji Siyan indifferently before leaving alone.

With tears… With tears… With tears!

A snow-white bed, making the surroundings all white as well.

Leng Zhuxing and Tong Yimo were both wearing loose white bathrobes, sitting face to face.

She gazed at him deeply, her eyes filled with intense love.

The sight of Leng Zhü's face suddenly fell upon Tong Yimò.

He kissed her lips very gently and softly.

Her four lips were pressed together tightly, and he sucked them gently, licking them little by little. His big hand caressed her long hair lovingly, deepening the kiss.

Slowly, he followed the direction of the kiss, gently laying her body down.

Her lips parted slightly, Tong Yimo shyly gazed at Leng Zhjing pressing down on her, raising her hand to cup his handsome face.

Leng Zhujing's lips curled into a smile, his big hand climbed up her waist, slowly pulling open the bathrobe on her body.

Do not...

Don't touch her!

"Yi Mo... Yi Mo is my woman!"

Cold night muttered in a low voice, still holding the bottle of wine in his arms, awakened from that heart-wrenching dream just now.

All around was dim, with only a full moon hanging high in the sky.

Lianhua stood up, looking meaningfully at Leng Yechen.

It was only then, in the cold night, that Leng Yechen realized his previous gaffe. A gloomy feeling washed over him, and he furrowed his brow deeply.

"I've always thought, with your perspective as the 'Fourth Young Master,' how could you possibly be attracted to a woman like Su Manxue's personality. Now, I finally understand!" Lian Huasheng raised his sword eyebrows slightly and said playfully.

In the cold night, he remained silent, unwilling to offer any explanation.

“A person who never talks in his sleep, actually spoke in his sleep. It shows that the person you dreamed of is your dearest. At least we’re brothers. You know my things like the back of your hand. Now it's your turn, tell me about you and Yimò!” Lian Huasheng continued.

In the cold night, Chen Ning frowned and remained silent for a moment before replying, "It's late. I should go back to my room."

“You have something on your mind, keeping it bottled up like this will only lead to ‘getting sick’. Telling someone about it might make you feel a little better.” Lian Huasheng comforted.

In the cold night, Leng Ye's sword eyebrows furrowed tightly. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Lian Huasheng's collar, pulling him in front of him.

Two people faced each other, their noses just centimeters apart.

"Even if I said it, what use would it be" Leng Ye Chen asked coldly.

His sharp black eyes were filled with anger, sorrow, melancholy and resignation.

Lienhua could understand Leng Yeshen's feelings.

Of course, what's the point of saying it out loud

She has already become someone else's wife.

"We two, truly are brothers bound by fate and hardship," Lian Huasheng wryly smiled.

Only then did Leng Yechen let go of Lian Huasheng.

He knew about Lian Huasheng's story. Lian Huasheng had once deeply loved a girl, but the girl did not love him and married someone else.

At that time, seeing even Hua Sheng's pain, he still warned himself not to fall in love with any woman easily.

But he never expected that he would fall in love with Yimo so easily.

Yi Mo is truly the first girl who captured his heart.

Because we fell in love easily, it's harder to forget.

After washing up in the bathroom, Tong Yimo walked out with a towel in hand, wiping her hair as she went towards the bedroom. Suddenly, something underfoot was kicked by her, startling her.

On closer inspection, she saw it was a wallet. Tong Yimo walked over and bent down to pick up the wallet.

Her handbag had just been kicked open by her, revealing its contents. A pristine photograph inside the transparent pocket instantly caught Tong Yimo's attention.

In the photo, a woman in military uniform is hugging a boy of about seven or eight years old, smiling happily.

The woman is very beautiful, with clear eyebrows and bright eyes, and a brilliant smile.

The boy in her belly bore a striking resemblance to the woman, with features of a handsome child.

The more Tong Yimo looked at the woman and boy in the photograph, the more she felt a sense of familiarity. She couldn't help but take the picture out from the folder and instinctively flipped it over to look at the back.

The back of the photo had a line of black ink written in a pen.

Tong Yimo blurted out the line of words without hesitation: "Long Banxia 'loves' Leng Weifeng."

Perilla, Pinellia ternata, and Poria cocos!

Long Zisu is Liang Ma (mother of Liang), Long Fuling is her sister-in-law, also the adoptive mother of Tong Mengmeng (her niece), so Tong Ma. Then Long Banxia is...the second aunt!

Tong Yi Mo frowned, recalling something. Then suddenly, her eyes widened as if she had just understood something.

The woman in the photo is my aunt!

Tong Yimo was startled.

With a creak, the door opened.

Cold Noon walked into the room and saw Tong Yimò holding his wallet in her hand, also holding a photograph, staring at it blankly. He walked over.

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