On the day that Ji Yao cheated on his little sister, Meng Qingge didn't break into his room to catch him, but instead sent him a text message to play with his big brother.
However, Meng Qingge didn't expect that the prey she was looking for was actually the real hunter.
That night, he had pressed her down and whispered into her ear, "Meng Qingge, you should have been mine for a long time."

You Should Have Been Mine

Meng Qingge's vulgar words immediately made Ruan Yuanyuan blush. After all, she was still a virgin for twenty-six years.

Although Ruan Yuanyuan was unable to avoid the love story between a man and a woman in her novel, writing was writing, imagining was imagining, and now that she mentioned it, it was a completely different story.

"What are you doing!?" Ruan Yuanyuan frowned as she felt Meng Qingge had forcefully fed a bunch of dogs to her. "Your husband isn't conscious on all four limbs right now. What should I do?"

Hearing Ruan Yuanyuan's words, Meng Qingge frowned slightly as if she remembered something, and her tears turned into smiles. "That's right!" He can't! Then what am I afraid of him? "Let's go, let's go. We'll continue drinking when we get back!"

Meng Qingge released Ruan Yuanyuan and held her arm, preparing to walk out. She had the attitude of an old man afraid of anyone.

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