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"You said you would spoil my taste and you have. Now, I'm so spoiled by you,"
Cheng Weiyue said, hooking her arm around Zhou Jingwei's neck and kissing him, her almond eyes sparkling with laughter, "spoiled to the point where no one else can deceive me away."
In this world, there will never be a second Zhou Jingwei.
What I mean is, there will never be another person who loves me in the way you do.
Snuggled up in Zhou Jingwei's arms while eating an apple, Cheng Weiyue finally said in a muffled voice, "Actually, the Christmas Eve gift I wanted to give you was also an apple. I couldn't leave the hotel, and with the blizzard outside, I couldn't buy a gift..."
"It doesn't matter," Zhou Jingwei hugged her tighter, "Yueyue, what's mine is yours."
The couple spent the night together in this courtyard, Zhou Jingwei embracing her from behind, inhaling the fragrance of her hair, eyes filled with a touch of infatuation.