Zhao Qishan felt at that time that someone's voice could be so good, obviously low and deep, but as if with penetrating power, word by word into her eardrums, making her whole brain crisp.

Murong Yan's gaze shrouded the top of her head, Zhao Zhenshan didn't dare to look at it, her long eyelashes drooped, as if she had done something bad.

I only felt the warm palm gradually caress her cheek and hold up her jaw.

She crashed into his gaze at once, and his eyes were so beautiful, like the brightest star in the sky.

There was no time to dodge, no time to think, and even time to blink an eye, and the small mouth was blocked by a warm attack.

It was a taste that a fifteen-year-old girl had never tasted, and his soft lips were held in his mouth, hot and moist, numb and crispy, and his lips, even his whole body, seemed to have been electrified.

A feeling of frightening, yet blissful feelings.

When the tip of his tongue came in, she had already fallen obediently, softly and smoothly, like a puddle of spring water, into his arms, the broadest and hardest shoulders she had ever seen.

At that moment, the sunset shrouded the figures of the two, and the girl almost hung on the man's chest, so beautiful that the sunset couldn't bear to destroy it.

That was also Murong Yan's first kiss.

She trembled so much, the whole body was soft in his arms, and she let her kiss cover her overwhelmingly.

Murong Yan's eyes flickered brightly and darkly, and her thin lips were tightly pursed, so close to her that she could count her half-wet and slightly trembling eyelashes.

Her little face was very red without powder, and her little mouth was even more red and swollen, and it was still moisturized by his love.

Murong Yan rubbed the cheek of the girl in his arms and swore the same promise.

"Shanshan, I love you! I'm going to spoil you for the rest of my life! ”

Zhao Qishan nodded shyly, feeling that he was really embarrassed in front of him, pushed his chest, slid off his waist, and ran forward again.

Seeing the broken flowers drifting away, his fingers touched the lips that had kissed her just now, a smile rose at the corner of Murong Yan's mouth, and he shouted at the back, "Shanshan, you must wait for me!" ”

Zhao Qishan turned his head suddenly, glanced at him steadily, turned around and ran away.

Murong Yan felt that the broken flower would be the biggest treasure in his life.

Zhao Zhenshan looked at his red and swollen lips in the mirror, and his slender white fingers carefully touched it, showing a shy smile that belonged to a girl to himself in the mirror.

Afraid of being discovered by her parents, she spent a long time in the library that day.

It wasn't until he smelled the breath he left behind, and the traces of him on his lips disappeared, that he finally returned home.

……………………

Zhao Zhenshan didn't know whether the person she was supposed to marry was Murong Yan or Chu Yu.

The three-year period has expired, and Murong Yan has not appeared.

As Professor Zhao said, such a man cannot be trusted.

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed since the deadline, and Murong Yan still hasn't appeared.

Then, Zhao Qishan met Chu Yu.

It turns out that everything has its own providence in the dark.

At that time, Zhao Zhenshan was very sad, and the appearance of Chu Yu changed everything.

At that time, Chu Yu was still a poor boy, his parents died when he was a child, and he grew up in an orphanage.

The year he met Zhao Jishan, he was 23 years old.

On that day, the snow was falling.

He had an asthma attack and collapsed in the snow, almost dying, and no one passing by on the side of the road had the courage to come forward to say hello.

Only Zhao Qishan stepped forward to help him up, and his warm little hands covered his cheeks, which were already frozen.