Possessive, greedy, smug.
He was starting to push his luck too.
He thought Yangyang would refuse, but unexpectedly, Sheng Yang took a pen and paper from the bedside table and wrote something.
When she was done, she handed it to him. Yi Juncheng only glanced at it, his eyes as hot as the stars.
'AlCl3+4NaOH==NaAlO2+3NaCl+2H2O'
"That works too." His little monster was implicitly shy, so he was long used to it.
It just felt like the two of them had switched roles. She seemed to be the one thinking straight instead of him.
The stoichiometric number is 14132, which represented a love that would last a lifetime.
'I didn't think I had to be as sharp as a detective to like someone.'
After not experiencing each other's warmth for a long while, they were like two endless flames.
That night, Sheng Yang lay in Yi Juncheng's arms. The two of them rested their foreheads against each other and slept.
