Hei Di's Seven Days of Love

He stepped into the room and saw his and her wedding photos scratched on the wall.

Suddenly he stretched out his hand and punched him.

Glass shattered.

With blood drops, it fell to the ground bit by bit.

Between his handsome brows and eyes, there was a faint enchanting aura. He threw himself on the big sofa in the bedroom, raised his head, and looked at the ceiling, which seemed to be spinning. [

He slowly closed his eyes wearily.

After five days and nights in 360, she finally came back...

Her expression was as calm and clear as ever, as if he and her had never had any relationship.

On the day and night when he repented of the marriage, he waited for her all the time, waiting for her to come to him, and said to him: "Thin love, why do you regret the marriage?"

He can give her a wedding in a splendid manner.

But she didn't come.

He finally went, the prince of the East Palace of Bodi Group, Mr. Bo, lowered his figure, went to Jin's house, let go of his self-esteem, and went to save her.

However, that woman has disappeared.

A year later, when he came back, he thought that those things in the past would gradually drift away.

now he knows

It turns out that everything is as clear as before.

Knowing that what she gave him might be another trap, but he still jumped into it without hesitation.

Closing his eyes, he could vaguely feel the hotness of his lower body, which hadn't dissipated, as if he could clearly feel that not long ago, her breath sprayed there softly.

Without wine, he was drunk.

Really drunk.

As long as she is here, others will be drunk, the heart will be drunk, and the whole body will be drunk...

Fascinated by that lovely person.

The flirtatious eyelashes are very long, trembling and slightly curled up, under the dim light with special effects to help sleep, it looks abrupt and exaggeratedly beautiful.

His lips were neither thin nor thick, just right, with an indescribable sex appeal. [

Habitual smile.

How many emotions are hidden in that perfect and amazing smile?

His fingertips were slightly cool, and he touched his body lightly, as if he could feel the temperature of her body.

For so many years, he has never forgotten her temperature, her face, her body, how many times, in the dead of night, when he was alone, he just thought about it like this >