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Ye Cheng, who had a short buzz cut, a handsome face, wore a shirt and tie, and wore an English khaki windbreaker. He was tall and straight, and he was wearing a fierce outfit as he walked toward her. Hua Rui's heart was palpitating. It was the feeling she had at the very beginning when she fell in love with Ye Cheng!
During this period of time, her love for Ye Cheng was almost overshadowed by her strong self-esteem. She even suspected that her confession back then was impulsive and laughable. Falling in love with Ye Cheng was also a laughable thing!
Her thin and frail body was suddenly pulled forcefully into a strong chest. She could smell his breath, feel the warmth of his chest, as well as his love. His iron arms wrapped tightly around her waist...
"Good girl, she's been hard on you!" Ye Cheng's voice came from above her head. In an instant, Hua Rui's nose turned sour, her eyes were warm, but the corners of her mouth were smiling.