Lying Cinderella: Mask of Pandora

Ye Lingyin's hand slid down and wrapped her arms around Ke Yunze's waist, her body pressed against his chest, and a few strands of hair got into the neckline of his bathrobe. 【 】

"Ke Yunze, you are too perfect, you should have happiness and live a glamorous life under the spotlight, but I am not qualified to give you happiness. Once my past is exposed, you will also become an object of ridicule and sympathy for others. Those who cannot The expected rumors are used to hurt others, and I don't want to affect you. I really care about you, but we can't love each other because..."

Ye Lingyin kissed his earlobe, her voice was so soft that it could be taken away by a gust of wind.

"Our feelings are called despair..."

Ke Yunze hugged Ye Lingyin tightly, his heart ached beyond words.

Why is it so cold, my heart seems to be frozen, even if I hug the girl I love, I still can't give him any warmth.

Because their hearts are all the same cold...

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The relationship between Xue Huaixi and Ye Lingyin has been heating up. It has to be said that Xue Huaixi is really an experienced playboy, and he knows how to please girls.

Even if Ye Yayin doesn't love him, she doesn't feel disgusted when she's with him. If she gets married in the future, she shouldn't feel too sad.

In the early morning, the golden sunlight shines through the blinds, casting layers of shadows, and the alternating light and dark make the comfortable pure white bed look youthful.

Ye Lingyin opened her eyes and rubbed them, her short hair was messy but playful.

Xue Huaixi had already woken up, he pressed a gentle kiss on Ayane's lips, and said with a smile: "Holding you all night, my arm is numb from your pillow."

"Did you dislike me so soon?" Ye Lingyin sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, her snow-white cotton nightgown made her face look crystal clear.

"Fool, this will let me know that you are always by my side. The happiest thing is waking up in the morning, and the first thing I see is the woman I love the most."

Xue Huaixi spoke seriously, but Ye Lingyin didn't take it seriously: "As expected of a great director, his words are poetic and poetic, and writing on paper with a few more slashes is poetry."

"I'm so serious, you still have to make fun of me."

Xue Huaixi was helpless, he used his fingers to comb Ye Lingyin's soft and broken hair, and looked into her lake-like pupils.

She just woke up with tiredness in her eyes, but she faintly exuded pure sex appeal.

Xue Huaixi said involuntarily: "Ayane, give me a baby."