Li Minghao's other hand stroked Yang Ruoyan's face covered with scars, gently stroked the wound, and his eyes never moved away from her face.

The rough feel on his hands made him feel a little distressed and regretful. His heart felt a faint pain and he said involuntarily:

"You are beautiful, as beautiful as a beautiful rose, which makes people feel intoxicated. Although there are some flaws now, it does not affect your inner taste at all, and it is still fragrant."

When his big hand touched his cheek, Yang Ruoyan's whole body trembled.

It is so explicit, why is it so beautiful? Why do you feel that this metaphor is a bit familiar? It seems that someone has heard of it.

Perhaps this ambiguous atmosphere renders the air, making the whole space feel numb.

Perhaps it was this familiar smell that made Yang Ruoyan feel a little overwhelmed, and just frowned slightly and looked at him calmly.

The face is getting closer and closer, very natural, without the instinct to resist, but has the urge to get close.

This strange atmosphere made her a little confused, her head fell into a state of accident, and it was blank, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, like a deer hiding, constantly hitting her heart.

Unconsciously closed his eyes, letting the other person's sexy lips cover his soft parts, allowing him to swallow, kiss, and gradually melt himself.

In her head, her thoughts had already drifted away. In the lightning, her soul seemed to have traveled through time, the place where she traveled back to her childhood when she was six years old.

At that time, my mother was not crazy. Her family had just been freed from a financial crisis and was holding a grand banquet.

Celebrities and successful people from all over the world come to celebrate the recovery of the Yang Group.

In the field, a little girl in a puffy skirt licked and bit her with a rose-shaped lollipop, shuttled through the crowd to look for her mother.

Suddenly, a black villain jumped out from under a table filled with wine and snacks, knocking her down unswervingly.

The lollipop fell on the grass, stained with soil, and was so dirty that it could not be eaten anymore.

The girl's beautiful clothes were also stained, and she cried and called her mother.

The green villain struggled to help the girl up, obviously a head shorter than her, fucked the childish voice, and apologized with an indecisive stutter:

"Sister, I'm sorry... I don't cry or not, the little girl will not look good when she cries."

Unexpectedly, the more he said this, the little girl cried more fiercely, screaming:

"Woooo... it's all you, it's all you, you compensate me for my clothes. This is my mother's custom-made from Europe. I've gotten dirty by you. I'm not good-looking. Wow..."

The little boy was even more panicked. His eyes swept around everywhere, picked up the candy on the ground, pulled the crying little girl behind a small bush, and made a booing move, and hurriedly coaxed:

"You are beautiful, you are beautiful, there is nothing that is not bad."

"You lied to me, you lied to me, what's so good about the dirty ones?"

"Look, you are as beautiful as this rose, red and beautiful. Although it is dirty outside, it is still very fragrant and does not affect its beauty at all."

The little boy inserted a rose-shaped lollipop into the bush and pointed at it and said to the little girl.
Chapter completed!