This villa is right next to Hua Shiyu's, which is diagonally opposite Li Jiaqi's house.
Strangely, she had lived there for so long yet never seen anyone living in this villa.
When exactly did this bastard move in?
She didn't dare to shout, as he directly carried her into the house...
The villa was decorated warmly, looking very new, as if no one had lived in it.
There were no servants; the space was just for the two of them.
He was strong and directly carried her into the master bedroom.
Taking off his suit, he pressed her onto the bed.
For over a month, he had been overwhelmed with longing for her.
He had never missed a woman like this before.
Every cell, every nerve ending in his body was crazily aching for her.
Perhaps from the time they were together, love had already fused their bones and blood, making them inseparable from each other.
The book was right; she was a rib inside his body, and without her, he wasn't a complete man.
