Ember Wilde

Seven years of youth, from school uniforms to wedding dresses, everyone knows how deeply I love Chi Yan.

The day I ran into him taking pictures with a marriage certificate with the impoverished student he supported, I was on my way to try on wedding dresses.

In the face of my questioning, he nonchalantly explained, "Xintong is about to die. Her only wish is to have a wedding before her funeral."

"Don't worry, the certificate is fake, we were just using the civil affairs bureau's scene for a photo."

After returning home, I took off the wedding ring on my hand and threw it into the toilet.

He bet with his friends that I would come back crying to beg him within three days.

Later, I posted on my Moments late at night, with a picture of a marriage certificate with someone else.

But Chi Yan went mad looking for me everywhere.

He stared at my hand interlocked with someone else's, eyes bloodshot, "Stop messing around, come back with me, okay?"



Fiancé Holds Wedding with Sponsored Impoverished Student

I clumsily traced the shape of Su Bai's lips with the tip of my tongue, my eyes gradually shrouded in a misty haze.


He tensed his body, swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing vigorously.


The string of my rationality snapped suddenly at the moment I brushed against his lips.


A complex emotion flashed in Su Bai's eyes; before I had the chance to delve into it, the kiss had already descended.


His hand firmly grasped the back of my head, prying open my lips and teeth.


The other hand landed on my lower back, pulling my body towards his solid waist and abdomen, pressing close.


At the instant he carried me into the bathroom, Su Bai suddenly halted, "Xiong An'an, I can still stop now!"


I shook my head wildly, the heat on my body was so intense that I scarcely noticed he had just called my full name.


I reached out to hook his neck, drawing him down, sealing his thin lips once more.


Chapter 7