Novels with 韵

Please consider supporting this site by turning off or whitelisting this site on your Adblocker. I hope you're reading this on Novels with Yun. After a while, there was a loud and deafening roar, and the sound of an engine became louder and louder. It flew across the ground before sounding a * squeak * and the tires stilled. Cen Simiao immediately opened her eyes. There was a man on the motorcycle, wearing a helmet, dressed in a motorcycle riding suit, blue and white, but mostly white. It was especially dazzling at night. With one shoe on the ground, he swung the other leg over to get down; wrapped in the tight suit, it appeared straight and slender. After stopping the motorcycle, he just took off and threw down his gloves, the joints of his hands were very distinct Taking off the helmet, the light from the hotel’s entrance just happened to shine on him, making him seem to have a white glow. His hair was messy and just as a gust of wind blew, it tousled his shiny black hair. He str

Please consider supporting this site by turning off or whitelisting this site on your Adblocker. I hope you're reading this on Novels with Yun. At two o'clock in the morning, all the neon lights were lit up on the corner near the hotel entrance. Though lights were dim and no one paid that location much attention. The people who came and went were all in a hurry. Or they were driving a luxury car while embracing a soft waist, eager to run into the hotel. Or were just tired and dragging a suitcase. * kacha * A lighter lit up, the flame flickering. The smoke of the cigarette was inhaled into the lungs, then slowly exhaled back out. The fingers that held the cigarette were slender, fair, and tender. The woman tucked her curly hair behind her ears and lowered her eyes, earnestly smoking the cigarette. Her mind was still in a mess. It had already been three days since she arrived here before the information of this world finally finished being transmitted to her. Cen Simiao took out

Please consider supporting this site by turning off or whitelisting this site on your Adblocker. I hope you're reading this on Novels with Yun. After the wedding, Wu Lichen originally planned to go on a honeymoon. He opened the map on his mobile phone, searching where would be a good location, and asked Cen Simiao to choose. But then, she just didn't seem to want to eat no matter what, becoming fretful as soon as she sees a meal and her health deteriorated. At first, Wu Lichen thought that she was trying to lose weight, so he tried persuading and coaxing her. Later, he finally realized that something was wrong. He thought about it for a while, then hesitated to ask. "Am I going to be a father, don't they say that pregnant women are prone to nausea?" Cen Simiao’s mouth twitched "Have you ever seen a pregnant woman who just had her period a few days ago?" Wu Lichen was about to pull out a handful of hair and so he simply dragged her to the hospital. Cen Si

Please consider supporting this site by turning off or whitelisting this site on your Adblocker. I hope you're reading this on Novels with Yun. Cen Simiao was holding her phone. Even after scrolling through Weibo for a long time, she still didn't see a trace of Liu Si having exposed that photo. She frowned and pursed her lips. He’s truly quite honest and certainly was kind enough to his artists. Wu Lichen had just finished washing some apples. He handed her one, then took a bite of another himself and chewed. Seeing her expression, he knew what she was thinking. "Liu Si isn’t being honest, it’s just he has a brain." Cen Simiao bit the apple and raised her eyes to look at the other - waiting for him to explain. He sat down next to Cen Simiao. "If Liu Si simply exposes it, which artist would dare to sign under him in the future? Perhaps, ‘he’ was already sold that day." Cen Simiao glanced at him. "Weren’t you sold as well? Feeling wronged?" He lowere

Please consider supporting this site by turning off or whitelisting this site on your Adblocker. I hope you're reading this on Novels with Yun. Wu Lichen walked to the door of the private room, then paused his steps and turned to look at Cen Simiao. Her face was full of unwillingness. Having noticed his line of sight, she glared back at him. Wu Lichen pretended he didn’t notice and went over to take her hand. But in one move, his hand was flung away. He thickened his skin and went up to hug her shoulders. As soon as he opened the door, what Liu Si saw was this couple’s intimate and loving appearance. His heart, which was originally already unsettled, had now jumped up to his throat. But the artist next to him was still disdainful. It was clearly a relationship built on money, why pretend that there were any deep affections at all. If Cen Simiao runs out of money, see if he will still be like this. The artist looked at Wu Lichen again. His face really is quite good , there was a tra

Please consider supporting this site by turning off or whitelisting this site on your Adblocker. I hope you're reading this on Novels with Yun. Cen Simiao was wearing a nightdress, the moonlight shining through the window landed on her white and slender legs gently resting on the sofa. Her hair was not yet dry, still dripping with water, the fabric near her collarbone was also damp. The cigarette she held by her fingertips has burned more than half, her whole body was full of a smoky smell. As the eyes adapted to the darkness, a figure could be seen in the shadows. She bent over to reach the ashtray on the coffee table and snuffed out the cigarette. The only sporadic source of light disappeared, she asked with a slightly dry voice, "Why are you back?" Wu Lichen still maintained his original posture. Without a response, she pursed her lips, stood up, and illuminated with her mobile phone. She took a deep breath, emboldened herself, and walked towards the room. Lifting her

Please consider supporting this site by turning off or whitelisting this site on your Adblocker. I hope you're reading this on Novels with Yun. Wu Lichen was currently backstage removing his makeup while holding his mobile phone, staring at the screen with a cold expression, his fingers tapping it from time to time. The make-up artist next to him kept on doing her work. "You two are really loving. These few days, you guys would contact each other as long as there is a bit of free time." Wu Lichen lowered his eyes and answered. Feeling very irritated, he pursed his thin lips and dialed her phone. It was turned off. The makeup artist turned around and was about to speak but was startled by Wu Lichen's expression. His eyebrows were full of anger, his jaw tense, and his eyes were gloomy. It was the first time for her to see him like that.