Girl Forced to Marry Her Sister's Husband: The President's Private Treasure

Maybe he has to admit it with some sadness, maybe deep in his heart, he will be lonely too, he will be lonely too.

He is just a man, not a god.

Although in his 22-year-old life, he has never been attracted to any woman, whether it is a Chinese woman or a foreign woman, they are all the same to him, they all look the same, whether they are beautiful or hot, Or the tenderness like water, to him, it is just a dispensable embellishment, the focus of his life is not on it at all.

But I don't know why, or maybe it's getting older, and I feel that it's good to have someone to accompany me.

Or this woman, she has a kind of quality that the young ladies or hot chicks he knew before did not have.

He doesn't know how to describe this difference, maybe it's a kind of exuberant vitality, maybe it's a kind of stubbornness that even if he knows his identity, he is still not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, and wants to send himself to his gun.

It made him feel that if he wanted to solve his loneliness, this woman seemed to be a more delicious side dish.

At least it's not pretentious, and it still has a little bit of meaning.

Although it was not a big meal, although it was a bit choking and spicy, as if it had put too much mustard, it was able to give him an inexplicable comfort in this late night.

It was at this moment that Huo Ziming realized that he was not a saint, and he was just a normal man.

He used to think he was different from other men...

It's only now that I realize it's no different...

He stretched out a finger, hooked Jasmine's chin, and then slowly pressed his face to hers, nose to nose.

The other hand inserted into Jasmine's thick hair, and rubbed the place where the back of her head was bumped just now, as if there was nothing there.

After rubbing it like this, I realized that it was really a little swollen. No wonder she was crying so hard, it turned out that she was really not just pretending.

Thinking of this, Huo Ziming felt a little pity in his heart.

Take a look, swirl your hands, slowly rubbing away the blood on the back of your head.

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Jasmine looked at his gentle movements in astonishment, and really couldn't believe it was real.

This kind of surprise and joy, I wonder if what I'm in is a hallucination.

Just like when he was willing to accept the very ugly cake he made for him back then, it made her heart sweet but sour.

Yes, Huo Ziming is such a man.

It looks cold, but there is a clean gentleness in his heart that belongs to him alone.

[This world is the only one. 】

He is like her honey, but also her poison, her Gu, and her spell...

His cruelty made her angry and mad, and she wanted to quarrel with him to dispel his arrogance.

But his occasional tenderness made her addicted again, and she couldn't stop.

At this moment when he gently stroked the bump on the back of her head.

She just felt that the pain turned into sweetness, how lucky she was to be bumped, just like this...

The scorching feeling, the sweet feeling, following the movements of his fingers, slowly spread up...

How she wishes to stay in this moment forever, how she hopes to extend his tenderness at this moment to eternity.

Even though she knew that the tenderness he gave might soon be forgotten, it was already eternal for her.

Jasmine thought about it forgetfully, and for some reason, she put her arms on Huo Ziming's shoulders.