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Beauty is like a dish, different styles represent different flavors.
Liu Qian was like a plate of scallions mixed with tofu, appearing fresh and simple, but delicate and soft to the taste.
And Liu Yan'er was like a plate of braised pork with chili peppers, which, when tasted lightly, felt rich but not greasy, and the subtle spiciness became more addictive after careful chewing.
In the face of such deliciousness, no man would want to refuse, let alone miss out.
Wang Xiaolong was naturally no exception.
The Liu Qian in the cabinet, he wanted.
The Liu Yan'er before him, he had to have!
Not only because he had been coveting Liu Yan'er for many years, but also because these years, Liu Yan'er had always flaunted herself in front of him, mocking and insulting him in various ways.
Seizing such an opportunity, he must teach her a good lesson.
He wanted this enviable beauty to willingly submit before him.
