Falling in love with Yaya on the top floor — Oh my, President Qin is so handso and charming, I’d willingly shorten my life for a brother like him. The main thing is, President Qin’s charm is just too overwhelming.
Fruit Assassin Ninja Turtle — Does no one else think President Qin and Yun Ya are a perfect match? I’ve envisioned countless scenes of the gentle CEO and the wealthy heiress, it’s like watching an idol drama in real life.
I am President Qin’s little vest — To the one on top, this pairing is perfect, you just have to accept it.
Stranger from Afar — I saw sparks in President Qin’s eyes, our Yaya is so outstanding, President Qin must have been moved, but Yaya only sees him as a brother. Poor President Qin, the babies feel for you...
Lovestruck in the Rain — Based on my many years of experience in the realms of web novels and idol dramas, a gentle and handso man like President Qin will forever be the eternal backup male lead, with no chance of promotion in sight, how sad...
Han Xiaohan Xiao Han Han Han — The person above told the truth...
Flower Growing in the Rocks — Spread rumors and your whole family dies!
Fairy Tales Are All Lies — Supporting Flower, those black-hearted rumor-mongers, don’t you feel any remorse?
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Such comnts were rampant online, most of them well-intentioned and teasing toward Qin Du, while being even more disdainful of black-hearted rumormongers, cursing them rcilessly, and eventually exposing that these rumormongers were all bot accounts. This served as proof of preditated sar campaigns, further confirming Ji Yunya’s innocence.
The effects of Qin Du’s interview were excellent, perfectly quelling the storm, but as a result, a new CP fanbase erged online, the Venomous Fang CP. Despite its intimidating na, it was truly full of love.
Yun Ya browsed the news, and the situation had cald down following Qin Du’s public explanation. Her reputation was not only unaffected but enhanced due to the sympathy of many fans and bystanders elicited by the black-hearted rumors. How could anyone bear to malign such a good girl — don’t they have a conscience?
What’s a conscience?
Yun Ya truly didn’t know.
She phoned Qin Du to express her gratitude. Qin Du chuckled and said there was no need, "Our relationship isn’t one that requires such formalities."
"Are you... with him?" Qin Du hesitated before asking, his grip on the phone tightening as he sat at his office desk, his gaze falling on the photo on the table, where the girl’s smile was brighter than the sunlight outside, yet it was a brilliance that painfully stabbed at his heart.
"Yaya, where did you throw your clothes from last night?" Yan Song’s high-decibel voice suddenly ca through, unmistakably heard by the person on the phone.
Qin Du’s pupils shrank suddenly, then he laughed self-deprecatingly, "I won’t bother you anymore, goodbye."
"Brother Ah Du, bye-bye." Yun Ya hung up the phone, pursing her lips as she looked at the darkened screen.
Suddenly, a pair of hands encircled her from behind, scorching lips wandering along her neck, the hot breath teasing her earlobe. Yun Ya’s body heated up and she couldn’t help but moan softly, "Did you do that on purpose just now?"
Yan Song humd, his hand slipping like a slick snake through the gap in her clothes, "Avoid him from now on."
Just thinking about last night’s scene of the two laughing and talking at the romantic French Restaurant, he couldn’t control the jealousy bubbling up in his chest. He had to punish her well to teach her a lesson.
Yun Ya let out a muffled groan, writhing, "Don’t...."
"Don’t what?" Yan Song whispered in her ear, his breath sexy and enticing, stirring Yun Ya’s heart, making it itch as if there was a fire burning inside her.
Before the words "Don’t touch " could escape her lips, Yan Song lifted her chin, tilting her head back as their cheeks aligned and he accurately kissed those burning yet cool lips.
Yun Ya’s mind went blank, her hands pushing against his chest, but he caught her wrists and pinned them behind her. Yun Ya, with no support, leaned bonelessly against the back of the sofa chair.
He was always so passionate, kissing whenever he wanted, but each ti, he brought Yun Ya a different thrill, making it impossible for her to resist.
After the kiss, Yan Song let her go, propped up on the back of the sofa, then sprang over gracefully, settling in the sofa. He stretched his arms to pull Yun Ya into his embrace, his fingers entwining with her hair strands, gently patting on Yun Ya’s back to calm her breathing.
Seeing her face flush from being out of breath, he laughed, "Your physical condition really isn’t up to par. Looks like I need to train you more." He was about to bend down again,
Yun Ya quickly pushed him away, "Enough, you’re going to kill with all this tornting. Don’t you have anything else to do? Lust has clouded your mind."
Yan Song raised an eyebrow and breathed into her ear, "That’s right, I am indeed consud with lust, and I’m only lustful for you."
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