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Wild Conquest

"Prince of Eden Vs. Sly and Charming Deviant" Yvonne Finley, a new artist in the art industry, unexpectedly confesses her love online. She tagged a microblog user without any personal profile with a high-profile love declaration: "Can I kiss you?" An unexpected winner artist who has recently won a world-class gold award in the art industry. Aside from her exceptional talent, her extraordinary beauty has won the hearts of countless fans. But she rose to the top of the hot search with a startling statement. Countless fans’ dreams shattered late into the night. * In Yvonne Finley's eyes, the main character of this topic, Oscar Baker, is dishonest, hard to hook, tough, enchanting and makes her crazy. Other people's younger brothers are either puppies or wolves. But him - a mad person. Always with the laziest, crap and rebellious tone, saying the most overdue and provocative things to enrage people. -- Sis, you surely know how to take advantage. -- Sis, are you this crazy for me? -- Sis, can I charge an hourly rate for a kiss? Yvonne Finley, run out of patience, let this annoying mad person yelp at whoever it wants. She won't be waiting for him anymore. Later on. When she was imprisoned, the man who used to be lazy and rebellious was now taking the stand in court, clearing all the obstacles for her. He arrogantly came to the defendant's bench, pinched her neck across the table like a lover, and laughed in a languid and reckless manner, "Sis, how come you look... so great in this rundown state." The whole court was dumbfounded. Yvonne Finley: …Is it just me or is he really crazy? All the audacity at this time? The truth proved that he was indeed a maverick rebel. He was unmatched, right and left, and was only willing to break worldly rules for her and become her disciple. "Two bosses, non-virtuous male and female, the male lead initially pretends"

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Chapter 168: It's Snowing, Warmly

It was a bitter winter.

Winter nights were icy, snow compressed the branches outside the window, a bright moon floated above the treetops, half shyly veiling its face. The wind came in gusts, blowing away the thin clouds, making the moon intermittently visible.

The temperature inside the house differed from the outside by nearly forty degrees.

Steam formed on the glass due to the heat, water droplets slipped along, repeatedly soaked by the humid vapor. Water droplets also dripped from the plant by the window, making it even more vivid and fresh.

Yvonne Finley's vision was quite blurred.

She wasn't sure if it was because the lighting here was too dim, or because a mist was floating in her eyes. Things were getting blurry before her eyes; a whirring echoed in her ears, coupled with her rapidly thumping heart.

She reached out, trying to push away the stray hair on her cheek.