Frosty President, Spoiling Me Senseless!

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A serene night, the shadows of the trees stretched long and indistinct, portending a mountain storm, bearing a heavy atmosphere.

"Dudu dudu..."

"Dudu dudu..."

"Dudu dudu..."

In the dimly lit room, the cellphone on the bedside cabinet kept on vibrating, blending with the sound of the heavy rain outside.

With a flash of lightning, a small hand lazily reached out from the bed, grabbed the phone, and a languid voice spoke through the darkness, "Hello."

"Mianmian, Mianmian, pack up your stuff quickly and wait for me at home. I'll be right there to pick you up and get you out."

"Yuanzi?" Mu Mian hadn't fully woken up from her sleep, her brain not yet fully functioning, "Tomorrow then, it's too late today, I'm going to sleep."

"No, no, no!" The voice on the other end of the phone was urgent, tinged with a sob, "Hurry, hurry, if you don't go now, it will be too late. Wuu wuu... Mianmian, run!"

Mu Mian was completely awake the moment she heard Yuanzi's cries.

She sat up with a start from the bed.

"Yuanzi, what's happened? What's going on?"

"He... he's back! You need to run, run!"

Mu Mian's heart sank, and she involuntarily thought of a man, elegant and noble, whose light smile captivated the city.

Her blood ran cold, and sitting on the bed, she began to tremble, swallowing hard, "Who... who... who's back?"

Not that name, not him, please not...

"He... he... Gong Heng is back, you need to escape! Run now!"

The phone dropped from her hand and hit the ground with a dull thud, the tree shadows outside the window became ominously spectral, terrifying.

Was it psychological?

She thought she could hear footsteps in the darkness of the night.

From the phone on the floor, Yuanzi's crying voice continued, "Mianmian, run, run..."

Clutching her blanket, she looked at the dark figure in the doorway in terror, her throat felt as if it were blocked by something, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Yuanzi, it's too late... She couldn't escape.

The dark figure standing at the doorway, with leisurely crossed arms, nothing could be seen in the room, yet she saw his wickedly smiling mouth.

Charming like a voice emanating from hell itself.

"Mianmian, I'm back."

PS: This is a pure love story about a pair of pseudo-siblings entangled in love until the ends of the earth, undying and unyielding, a pampering story~ The male lead is dark, gloomy, and demonic. Enter with caution!!!

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