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"Say you love me."

"I …"

Can she say she loves her?

Can you say that you love him?

Would he love her?

"Speak."

"I love... You... "Spare …"

"Who do you love?"

"Yuan Zhanghua, I love you!"

Clove cried out in pain, and her heart seemed to relax as she cried out these words. He finally said these words, said that he loved him, but did not dare to expect him to say the same words.

Yuan Zhanghua's lips perked up in a satisfied smile.

A wave of warmth gushed out, "Damn it …"

Yuan Zhanghua's words left Clove speechless. It felt as if all the bones in her body had been scattered. She didn't know how much time had passed, but it seemed like it was an exceptionally long time. That Demon Boss!

She lay powerlessly on the bed, her hair falling over her body. Sweat trickled down, and there was no part of her body that was not sore from the pain.

Yuan Zhanghua also felt a little tired. He picked up the clove and the two of them laid on the bed, snuggling together.

Clove weakly went to pull the quilt, buried her head in Yuan Zhanghua's bosom, not daring to look up at Yuan Zhanghua's face.

"Are you shy? My little flowery cat? "

Yuan Zhanghua gently held the clove in his arms and lowered his head to kiss it on its hair.

Like her like this, a cold fragrance stealthily filled the air. Charm carried a cold, elegant and special flavor.

"Little Flower Cat, do you need to be shy?"

Yuan Zhanghua stretched out his finger and lifted Lilac's chin. "You are not a child nor a girl. You are my woman."

Lilac slightly raised her head to look at Yuan Zhonghua, her handsome face was dark and deep, and their skin made contact, causing her to be completely naked. Since when did they become so familiar with each other?

Yuan Zhanghua bewitched, his deep and melodious voice gliding past Lilac's ear.

Clove closed her eyes and lifted her mouth to his lips. She was his woman, always his woman.

After a moment, Yuan Zhanghua reached for the cigarette case from the bedside table, and Lilac silently took the lighter. She lit the cigarette for Yuan Zhanghua and watched as the cigarette curled up, puffing out wisps of mist from Yuan Zhanghua's delicate lips.

She was suddenly envious of the cigarette, which he could stick tightly in his mouth.

Although the last cigarette would turn into ashes and disappear into a wisp of smoke, he had kissed it so tightly before. Could she be one of his cigarettes, and could her fate be the same as his?

How long could she stay by his side?

Was Ling Xue Bing's fate her fate?

For some reason, she suddenly thought of Lingxue Bing at this moment.

That woman should be here as well. She must have been with Yuan Zhou many times, and she was much more familiar and crazy than she and Yuan Zhao Hua.

This bed, Ling Xue Bing must have slept here many times, even every night, right?

Clove did not know that Ling Xue Bing had never had the chance to sleep in Yuan Zhua Hua's bed. Every time Yuan Zhua asked Ling Xue Bing for a bed, she would let Ling Xue Bing leave.

Yuan Zhou's room and bed never kept women here for the night. Most of the time, he was not in his room with the women, but in another room. When he was with Ling Xue Bing, he would most likely be in her room, not his room.

He hated the smell of other people in his room, especially women's perfume and makeup.

Dingzi, the servants in the villa, and the bodyguards were well aware of the boss's illness. Therefore, they could imagine the astonishment in their hearts when they saw Yuan Zhanghua leave Clove to sleep in the room for several nights in a row.

Clove was the first woman to spend the night in Yuan Zhanghua's room.

After a cigarette had been smoked, Clove lay drowsy in Yuan Zhanghua's arms. Her eyes were hazy, and she was half asleep.

Yuan Zhanghua pressed the tip of his cigarette into the ashtray and looked down at the lazy and coquettish lilac in his arms. The enchanting curves were half-revealed, and his jade-like skin was accentuated by his jet-black hair. He wanted him again.

Why did he want her again and again? Why was he unwilling to let her taste the delicacy?

"Little Flower Cat, did I allow you to sleep?"

"Mm …"

"En," charmingly whispered Clove. She was very tired and also very sleepy.

"Little Flower Cat, do you remember what you owe me?"

Lilac did not reply. Breathing in Yuan Zhonghua's fresh body scent, this feeling was really good. She just wanted to have a good night's sleep in Yuan Zhanghua's arms.

The warm embrace was far away, and the lilac, unsatisfied, clung to the quilt and buried itself in the pillow and quilt, where there was the warmth and smell of Yuan Zhanghua.

She was suddenly lifted up and the blanket fell off her body.

Clove shivered, opening her hazy eyes and subconsciously asking, "What?"

"Little Flower Cat, you still owe me a mandarin duck bath. Give it back to me tonight."

Lilac suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at Yuan Hua with incredulous eyes. Mandarin bathe?

Yuan Zhanghua walked towards the bathroom with Lilac in his arms. The devilish smile on his lips made her heart tremble. Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw that she was completely naked. Yuan Zhanghua's face was also burning.

"No, no!"

She struggled slightly to free herself from the clutches of the demonic boss.

"Little Flower Cat is not obedient. Are you going to go against my wishes?"

Clove froze, looking at the side of Yuan Zhou's handsome face. She must not disobey her boss's orders or his wishes.

His heart suddenly sank. Was she his woman or something?

"You are still not a qualified lover. Since you chose to be my lover, then you must be a qualified lover. I will teach you how to be the most qualified lover."

Lilac stopped struggling and looked into the large mirror in the bathroom, her face red with spring, her eyes like spring water. In those eyes, there was a slight sense of loss and humility. Was her love as humbling as Shu Ya's?