Yan Jia lowered his eyelashes, his deep eyes were filled with darkness that could not be seen to the end, like the water in an ancient pond and well, without any ripples.

He was still on top of her body at first, but for some reason, he suddenly couldn't hold on any longer, and he lay on top of her, with his head buried in the crook of her neck. The smell of tobacco and alcohol went straight to Lin Zhi's nose.

Lin Zhi also closed her eyes, and the sound of Yan Jia's heavy breathing filled her ears.

Yan Jia closed her eyes, and at some point his right hand found its way onto her finger, hooked it, and said in a hoarse voice, "Lin Zhi, I won't let you go."

Lin Zhi was tired and she didn't want to say anything anymore.

Yan Jia went crazy and talked nonsense after drinking too much, and she was no longer able to deal with him.

The man seemed to be tired, and he kept lying on her body, motionless, until he fell asleep in silence.

Lin Zhi was overwhelmed by him, moved him to the bed, sighed, and turned to look at Yan Jia aside.

When the man fell asleep, his brows were furrowed and his thin lips were pursed. His whole body smelled of alcohol, and her quilt and pillow were stained with the smell of alcohol.

With him by his side, Lin Zhi couldn't sleep, so he covered him with a quilt and walked out of the bedroom alone with his coat on.

The ground is covered with frost outside, and the moonlight is clear and clear.

Lin Zhi was so troubled by him that she felt no sleep at all. She stood in the atrium in her pajamas under the moonlight, feeling the cool breeze of the night slipping by her cheeks.

The begonia flowers in the yard are about to bloom, and it’s another spring full of flowers in the garden.

Willows color every year, and the years change.

The night in Jiangshan Garden was so quiet that not a single sound could be heard.

She stood outside, her heart still hurting terribly when her memory jumped to that night many years ago.

He was affectionate and full of joy, but in the end he was teased and insulted.

Lin Zhi didn't know what was going on tonight, her mind was full of those events from the past, as if she was beating her, warning her to stay away from the man in front of her, otherwise one day, she would be played to death by him.

Born in an orphanage, she has a simple nature. She cherishes everyone who treats her well and knows how to repay them twice as much.

She is not the vain woman Yan Jia said. For her, wealth and wealth are just a passing thing.

But in Yan Jia's eyes, poverty is the original sin. Poor and statusless women can only become the playthings of a rich second generation like him and cannot be cherished.

The characters of Yan Jia and Yan Feng are very different.

Although the two are brothers, they look similar, and they treat others with the courtesy and gentleness of an aristocratic young man, but Yan Jia is a vicious devil at heart.

In her sophomore year, she worked part-time at a bar. She didn't accompany drinks or sell drinks, she was just a simple waiter.

At that time, she and Yan Jia had not seen each other for a year. She failed in the college entrance examination and did not repeat the exam, so she studied at the nearby Lancheng University.

Yan Jia left the country and there was no news from him.

She thought he had disappeared from her life, and the depression she suffered after the college entrance examination gradually improved through treatment.

But that night, he appeared in front of her again, seemingly prepared, and the way he looked at her was different from before.

These second-generation rich people have many tricks up their sleeves. When the foreman called her to the private room, she was startled and subconsciously wanted to run away, but Yan Jia stopped her: "Stop."

That night, Yan Jia wore a black shirt, crossed his legs, held a glass of red wine in his hand, and acted like a mature man, without the slightest trace of a student.

But she is different, she looks like a student, and a poor student at that.
Chapter completed!