Ding Mo

He said, "Everyone has judged me guilty, what about you?"
She said, "Maybe."
He laughed, "So what are you going to do?"
She said, "Find evidence, either to clear your name or to catch you, and then wait for you."
He said, "Fine, it's a deal."
The purpose of this blurb is to set the mood, don't be misled. This story is extremely sweet.
A suspense-romance novel, updated with 3000+ words before 8 PM from Monday to Saturday. The author, an old guy, takes a break on Sunday.

If I Am Guilty

The new colleague coming off the drug enforcement line could be retiring due to health reasons, to indirectly protect him, or was no longer suited to tackling drug issues, and was likely a senior. You Mingxu even conjured an image of a dark-skinned, serious, bearded middle-aged man—similar to Ding Xiongwei, but without his swagger.


"Yes," You Mingxu replied, "We'll go for hot pot once they're here, as a welcome meal!"


After coming back from the police station, Yin Feng returned to his bed to catch up on his sleep. He used to be very focused on maintaining his health, favoring delicate and precise cuisine, and his group of diehard obsessive friends took good care of him. Now, after waking from a two-year sleep, he noticed his skin was slightly tanned, rougher, and with persistent dark circles under his eyes—all marks of hanging around that woman for a while.


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