Women are made of water and yearn for men like mountains; that is the Creator’s design. There is an old saying that there are no broken plows, only exhausted oxen. For Chen Xuan, however, this proverb is reversed.
Eventually, Xiang Diemi rested her wavy, long hair against the crook of Chen Xuan’s arm, her slender, fair fingers tracing circles on his collarbone with a look of total satisfaction.
"Little brother Chen Xuan, how about I move into your villa and live with you from now on?" Xiang Diemi asked, her eyes liquid with seduction as she gazed at his profile.
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