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When a man loves a woman, he will be passionate and eager towards her body.

However, how long had it been since Qiao Zhi kissed her? Secret? He is always busy, always sociable, always tired... When did this start?

It was something that happened after he met Jiang Yueming, right?

Was he the one who had accompanied Jiang Yueming to all kinds of banquet everyday, and became her partner later on?

It was also at that time that she began to worry, to fear, and to fear …

However, after the two of them had spoken for a long time, it was obvious that they had improved.

She would never forget that night, when she was busy arranging photo albums. When Qiao Zhi came back, he asked him, "Will we be able to live happily ever after we go to Copenhagen?"

Qiao Zhi said with certainty: "Yes, of course."

If he had hesitated, she would have considered letting him go. If the people we love no longer love us, why bother? Bind?

If they leave us and we have a better life, why don't we smile a little and do it?

But, Qiao Zhi did not hesitate!

He was so sure.

So, how could she bear to let go of him?

It was also that night that the enmity between the two of them was dispelled. It was so joyous and so loving. It was truly a collision between the soul.

How can I believe that I am not loved?

How can I accept that Qiao Zhi would be captured by another woman?

However, when he went to the hospital to take care of Jiang Yueming, he did not tell her.

Afraid of hurting himself?

Was his mental defenses already beginning to be torn apart?

If Jiang Yueming becomes free, then, will I forever lose Qiao Zhi?

This was not a premonition. Rather, it was a premonition, the special intuition of a woman. Because she viewed him with the utmost importance and superiority, she paid attention to his minute changes, unconsciously distancing herself from her, and the distance between them …

Could it be that Li Xiaobao was destined to lose again at Jiang Yueming's hands?

Of course Qu Cunzi didn't know what was going on in her mind, he only knew that the delicate body in his arms had once again returned to its former state of being incomparably docile — Heh, just what kind of intoxicating moment was this?

His lips finally left hers.

Kissing was far from enough.

He wanted more than kissing.

His big hand had touched the buttons of her white dress, and for a moment he had missed her clear, prominent collarbone — oh, so familiar.

Then, instinctively, the hand went down and pressed against her stomach.

The clear fetal movement from years ago was still fresh in his mind — Little Treasure, Little Treasure, I want this place to throb once again!

I want my blood here again.

I want us to make a lovely little life together.

He was overwhelmed by the thought.

It was like a scene that had been imagined many times: a silly, stupid child. It could be a boy or a girl, but it had to be something he and this woman had.

This time, he swore that he would definitely let that adorable little thing safely enter this world and receive his unparalleled love and embrace …

Think about it, Qu Cunzi, would finally have a child of his own.

Thinking about it, in the near future, there would be children chasing after him. They would call him "Daddy …" "Father …"

How good.