Gui Mushuang

A woman flipped through a magazine, a rare spark of interest flickering in her usually indifferent eyes, "Hey, hubby, look, you and I made it onto the same ranking list." 
A man raised an eyebrow, "Oh, what list?"
"The global top ten dream lovers for women, you're first, and I'm fifth!"
"......"
His power and wealth were overwhelming, his status was noble, and his demeanor was both brutal and ruthless.
She was carefree and unruly, free-spirited and unconstrained, standing apart from the world, cold and indifferent.
He loved her deeply and she cherished him to the bone, lovers who should have been able to have a perfect life.

The Dominant Mr Mu

Under the flight attendant's urging, Musheng installed WeChat, switched his phone to airplane mode, and, just like Bai Miya, wore an eye mask and fell asleep.


The intense military training was set to last a month, and even they, as an art school, were no exception. Conveniently, this spared Mo Yao from her 'yearning suffering' for Musheng.


After training, there was half an hour of rest time. The midday sun was scorching hot, and Mo Yao sat under a tree for a break. There was no one around her; the ordinary-looking girl sitting under the tree, with dappled sunlight falling on her from the tree's shade, looked so beautiful as she smiled gently at her phone that He Chengyang, who had come to deliver water, was momentarily stunned.


"What are you looking at that's making you smile so happily?"


Chapter 64 Mo Yao in Trouble_2