The weight of the adult male, who was over 1.8 meters tall, pressed down heavily on Qiao Zhen, making her feel like Sun Wukong under the Five Finger Mountain.

“Lu Zheng…” She met Lu Zheng’s deep, dark eyes at first glance, her slightly parted lips unable to utter a word.

Lu Zheng said, "Since you can't fulfill my wish, then offer yourself up..."

Before she could speak, a passionate kiss, filled with overwhelming desire, enveloped her completely.

Qiao Zhen's heart was stirred. Thinking back to the despair she felt today when she mistakenly thought Lu Zheng was dead, as if she had fallen into an abyss, she could now clearly feel the man's deep affection. She couldn't help but reach out and hook her arms around his neck, responding with all her might.

As she was engulfed in this sea of ​​passion, she heard Lu Zheng's almost pleading words in her ears, "Zhenzhen, you can't forget me..."

Hmm, why did I forget... When Qiao Zhen woke up, she stared blankly at the ceiling.

She considered herself to have a pretty good memory, so how could she forget Lu Zheng?

Even if this relationship ends in a complete mess, she will probably never forget Lu Zheng.

Qiao Zhen rubbed her temples, then stood up, supporting her waist with her hand.

Lu Zheng was no longer in bed; he had left a note on the bedside table.

Before dawn, while Qiao's mother and Qiao Luosheng were still asleep, he quietly returned to his study on the first floor. After daybreak, he would go to work as usual to deal with Lu Jianhua's antics.

Qiao Zhen smiled as she looked at the vigorous and powerful handwriting.

Doesn't it look a bit like a young couple secretly passing notes?

She carefully folded the piece of paper, hid it in her wallet, and then looked out the window.

The weather wasn't great today; dark clouds loomed in the distance, foreshadowing a heavy rain, but she firmly believed that her future with Lu Zheng would definitely get better.