in his arms, his chest pressed tightly against her side. With one hand, he reached out and picked up the files on his desk and spread them out. With the other hand, he pulled a red pen from the penci...As the cold night deepened, Leng Ye Chen pulled himself away from desire. By the time he regained his composure, she had already taken a step back, maintaining a safe distance between them.

Tong Yimo coldly watched the affection in his hazy eyes.

Although he was full of admiration and longing for her, she couldn't see his intentions at all.

To her, what she saw was that Leng Yechen was actually the same as Leng Zh Jing.

Men, the "love" spoken of in words, the "love" in one's heart, and the "love" in the body, are all separate.

"Big brother, I don't want to be your tool for venting your physiological needs." Tong Yimo said with utmost calmness.

Her words shut him down, leaving him speechless and unable to even come up with a single retort.

He admitted to being filled with desire for her, but how did that translate in her mind into him only seeing her as a tool to satisfy his physical needs

"Big brother, if you have physiological needs, you can find Su Manxue, or your female secretary. If that doesn't work, go to 'Yehuo' and find a princess. Anyway, big brother, you don't lack women." Tong Yimo said calmly and slowly.

Hearing her words, a sharp pain shot through his chest, and the hands that gripped her shoulders tightened painfully, digging into her shoulder blades.

Pain…

She frowned displeasurely.

At this moment, Leng Ye's handsome face was slightly distorted. His pitch-black pupils gradually contracted, his gaze fixed deeply on Tong Yimo's eyes.

Her eyes were dim, her pupils holding no trace of him.

During the day, you fed him sugar, kindling a spark of hope within him. Then at night, you simply replaced it with poison, leaving him to writhe in agony as if dead.

Leng Ye's cold eyes suddenly turned colder, and his magnetic voice, laced with a hint of anger, questioned sharply: "Are you still thinking about keeping yourself pure for Ajing"

"Yes." Tong Yimo answered without hesitation, raising her hands and moving away from Leng Yeshen's restraint.

This "yes" word, she said it without her brain thinking.

Anyway, since she didn't love him, what he thought was irrelevant to her.

"I'm tired, I'll go back first." Tong Yimo turned away calmly, walking down the steps one by one, leaving Leng Yechen alone on the spot.

She had just descended the mountain when a sudden burst of "whoosh—whoosh—boom—boom" fireworks erupted from the peak behind her.

The pitch-black sky suddenly lit up like daylight.

With tears in my eyes, I love you.

This sentence of love released by fireworks, blossoms brilliantly on the night.

The surprise he prepared for her was released right on time.

Here's the translation:" "

However, she left without looking back.

The fireworks on the mountaintop did not draw Tong Yimo's attention.

She walked straight ahead with all her heart.

Without turning back, she would never find true love.

Cold Night chuckled wryly as he sat on the stone steps, gazing up at the "Yi Mo, I love you" fireworks messages flashing across the night sky.

He thought that tonight he could smoothly confess his love to her, revealing his deep affection for her. He wanted to tell her that from beginning to end, she was the one he had always loved, and about the years of longing he had felt for her.

And he promised her that in this lifetime, he would only love Tong Yimo. He was willing to give up everything for her, even his life.

But...

She wouldn't give him any chance, not even a sliver.

Because she had always given all the opportunities to her younger brother Leng Zhujing.

Tong Yimo walked into the room, took off her jacket from her shoulders, and happened to meet Liu Shn who was carrying a laundry basket.

Mrs. Liu saw that Tong Yimo still held a suit jacket in her hand and casually asked, "Did the Young Master wear this today"

"Hmm." Tong Yimo nodded.

Aunt Liu then said, “Just give it to me! I’ll take it and wash it together! Oh, by the way, check my pockets and take out whatever’s inside.”

"Good!" Tong Yimo immediately turned over Leng Yechen's suit jacket pockets, but only found a small photo. Then she handed the jacket to Liu Shn.

After Liu's wife took the clothes to the laundry room, Tong Yimo only then subconsciously looked at the photo in her hand.

The person in the photo is none other than Lu Yi Rou.

She was beautiful without makeup, with a clear and delicate face. She had her hair tied up in a neat ponytail and wore a white shirt, looking just like a college student.

This snapshot, she just seemed to have pulled it out from the inside pocket of his cold night’s suit jacket.

The lining of the suit jacket fits snugly against the chest.

The elder brother put this photo close to his heart, what does it represent

Oh—

Indeed!

Tong Yimo held the small photo in her hand, her heart as still as water. She went upstairs alone.

She went to Leng Yechen's room, entered the walk-in closet, casually shoved the photo into the pocket of a suit jacket, then took her own clothes and went to the next room.

This time, she locked the door, just to prevent him from sleeping cold in the night.

She didn't want to wake up the next morning back in his cold, empty bed again.

15411/41882949she's really good at setting traps. 。 Tong Yimo stood up indifferently, Leng Zhujing also followed her in. 。She brushed past him, but her wrist was suddenly seized by his. 。The next second, before sh...