Adversity pushed growth, but growth was so painful.
When ruan Mengmeng could finally resist Zhan Yang after the excruciating pain, there was no one by her side to rely on when she looked back.
This sense of loneliness that forced her to grow up almost drove her crazy.
However, the moment she saw li junyu, the moment she threw herself into his arms, the moment she was tightly embraced by him, all her fatigue, all her grievances, and sadness disappeared.
"Mengmeng, baby, I'm sorry, I'm late." Li junyu's deep and magnetic voice rang in her ears. His large palm moved up from her back, gently caressing the back of her neck.
Then, from the back of her neck up, he gently stroked the back of her head.
His other long and thick fingers suddenly lifted her chin, and the large palm that was on the back of her head pushed her head forward. Li junyu's familiarity was instantly cut off from the air, and he kissed ruan Mengmeng's fragrant lips.
