Lewd words and delicate scholar bottom & Reserved and silent, but still waters run deep, fox top

"Creek, I'm tired. I might never like you again." "Su Bei-Mo, how about I like you in my next life?" In her previous life, Shen Yuexi had thought that Yu Qingfeng was her destiny, so she learned everything he loved, but all she got in return was betrayal, and the loss of the person she loved the most. But she had been reborn, and she had been reborn before it had even begun. This time, she was going to polish her eyes, tear up the slag man with her hands, and beat the white lotus. The most important thing was to be reconciled to her Mr. Su, but what if Mr. Su was a little hard to get along with?

The spring wind was warm, and Jian Mo sat on the balcony, her white feet gently swaying. The man downstairs looked at her feet and frowned. "Jane Mo, get down here!" "Yang Zhexu, I'm not going to let you do whatever you want to me anymore." For a moment she seemed to be freed, and the colorful butterflies came out of nowhere and danced around her, spreading their wings. The balcony was empty except for bells of pure gold. "'Jianmo!'" Yang Zhexu's eyes snapped open, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. It was a nightmare. At that moment, an urgent voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Yang, bad news, Miss Jane has run away again!"

Everything is wrong... all wrong! The letter wasn't written by Tang Xueying...

All unintentional coincidences are inevitable without prior arrangement.