Turning off her phone, Cheng Tingting put on her Versace sunglasses from her bag, dragging her suitcase, stepping in high heels, raising her head, and walking out of Shangcheng Airport!
Jian Anning, since you're here, I'm definitely going to make you regret it!
If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be Situ Xuan's fiancée, nor would I be so looked down upon by him!
Of course, also, that Yu Zexiao, who haunts her dreams, has returned to Shangcheng!
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Early the next morning.
When Jian Anning woke up, she was once again in Yu Zexiao's embrace.
His long legs pressed against her calves, one slender and powerful arm tightly holding her to his firm chest, and one hand, even in his sleep, didn't forget to take advantage of her — wrapping around her back, fully grasping her ample chest in his palm.
