Chapter 835: Taming Him, Conquering Him

jumped up and down.She had a wonderful feeling in her heart that her future would be bright, and she was sure to become her own boss someday.In Tong Yimò's heart, Leng Zhùjìng is a man who works hard..."Ming Sihan is like a wild horse, I just want to tame this wild horse!" Kanah said meaningfully.

Benson smiled dismissively. “Miss Gaina’s eyesight has finally improved!”

"Well, I dumped Aubrey. Want to fight for your brother" Kana said nonchalantly.

Benson glanced at Aubrey, then said, “Aubrey has been pursuing you for years! You agreed to go out with him, it’s just charity on your part!”

"You're quite perceptive." Kana smirked slightly.

Then Benson said, "I'd love to see how you'll 'tame' that wild horse, Ming Sihan."

Kana's eyes lit up, and she stopped talking.

Ming Sihan and Aubrey fought on stage for nearly four hours, Aubrey eventually collapsed to the ground unable to get up.

The referee began the countdown, Aubrey struggled to get up, but finally collapsed to the ground due to exhaustion.

Ming Sihan won. The referee held up his hand, asking the crowd for cheers and applause.

Aubry no longer even had the energy to hate Ming Sihan at this moment.

After leaving the stage, Ming Sihan took his clothes and a bath towel to the independent bathroom to take a shower.

He stood under the shower, letting the water spray over his body.

Just as he was relaxing and enjoying himself, a noise suddenly came from behind him. Alert, he took down the towel that was around his waist and turned quickly, striking swiftly and grabbing the opponent's neck.

Kanna was only wearing a white bath towel, and she was so startled by his sudden attack that her chest heaved rapidly.

Ming Sihan saw that it was Kana, and he didn't intend to let go. Instead, he tightened his grip: "If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

"You won't kill me!" Kiana said, her voice strained but her tone unwavering.

She grasped Ming Sihan's wrist that was choking her with one hand, and with the other, she untied the bathrobe from her body.

Gana displayed her near-perfect, sexy figure without reservation in front of Ming Sihan.

Ming Sihan remained calmly fixated on Kana's exquisite face, his gaze unwavering. He even said nonchalantly, "Is this your purpose To tame me"

Kiana's blatant actions clearly revealed her true intentions.

"Right! How is it" Kahna smirked, "There's no man in this world I can't tame."

"Hmph—I'm not interested in you." Ming Sihan loosened his grip, closed his eyes, and left the bathroom alone.

Kiana was furious and stomped her feet in place, but she wouldn't give up.

By the time winter vacation arrived at schools across China, Binjiang City was a far cry from Beicheng's snowy landscape. While Beicheng was blanketed in white, Binjiang City was awash in vibrant blossoms.

In the secluded backyard of Leng Ye's manor, all the flowers that Tong Yimo had planted before bloomed.

During the winter break, even Xing'er was bored at home. She decided to go to Tong Yimo's garden and become a "flower thief".

Actually, even as a child, Xing'er learned flower arrangement techniques from her grandmother, Lady Leng. So when she held the scissors and basket to cut flower branches, she would choose flowers according to her own preferences.

After gathering all the flowers she liked, Lian Xing sat down on the rug that Lang An had laid out for her on the grass and began to arrange them.

Lang An sat cross-legged beside Lian Xing'er, weaving the flowers she didn't want into a garland.

After Lianxing'er had finished inserting a vase of flowers, she turned to look at Lang'an. Lang'an immediately placed the flower crown he had woven onto Lianxing'er's head.

To have a smile like a flower, that's probably what Lang An sees in Xing Er right now, her most beautiful appearance.

Lianxing immediately plucked a purple daisy, and brought it to Lang'an, inserting it into his ash-black hair.

As a result, she had a flash of inspiration and inserted all the pretty small flowers, one by one, into Lang An's hair.

Lang An sat like a wooden stake, motionless, allowing Lian Xing'er to mess with his hairstyle.

In a short while, Lang An's head was covered with flowers.ll treat her this wayTong Yimo's mind was filled with these terrible imaginings.Pain and suffocation gripped her heart as she vehemently denied it, blurting out words she shouldn't have: “Yes! I don’t...