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Góc Nhỏ Đu C-Drama
Góc Nhỏ Đu C-Drama
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anthyeuoi
dtanhthuy :
Ảnh k nói “em có chịu khổ cùng em k?” Mà ảnh nói là “anh sẽ k để em phải chịu khổ” thoại nghe nó đãa
2026-07-23 11:26:15
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con_la_rio_day
MẸ MILK- RIO :
lâc ca lấc cất nhưng lo được cho emmmm 😂
2026-07-23 01:24:42
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hun.in.japan
Lưu khánh huyền :
Nhặt rác để lo cho e
2026-07-23 04:46:41
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bafthow230423
Chín Mọng Ngọt Lành :
Quan trọng là tặng dzàngggg 😂
2026-07-23 01:50:30
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ngocrit
Ngọc Rít :
Còn biết nấu cơm , giặt đồ , may quần áo cho e nữa🤣
2026-07-23 05:56:38
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phamvananh_241195
Vân Miuu :
Gu tui là Miêu Tĩnh mấy bà ạ 😁
2026-07-23 03:46:38
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lingxing_28
Ling Xing :
Gu mà cỡ này t ế trg tồn cũng phải 😀
2026-07-23 10:53:09
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cococ_69
cốc cốc :
Bản thiết kế vĩ đại , tinh hoa hội tụ , phụ nữ rất iu 🤭
2026-07-23 15:05:02
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ngocrit
Ngọc Rít :
Anh Dị đúng là tinh hoa hội tụ
2026-07-23 05:57:10
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anh8z3
anh8z3 :
Chấp niệm của nhau ấy mà … chứ k phải gu của mọi người …. Lấy vợ từ thủa 13 là vậy đó …
2026-07-23 07:18:11
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POV: Baekhyun was forced into marrying you. On your wedding night, he slid a folded paper across the table. “One rule.” You unfolded it. You can have everything in this house… …except me. You smiled bitterly. “Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning to.” Months passed. You became strangers who happened to share the same address. Some mornings, you’d wake up to find breakfast already on the kitchen island. No note. Just enough for two. Other nights, he’d come home to see the lamp in the living room still on. You always claimed you “forgot” to turn it off. He knew you were waiting to hear the front door open. Neither of you ever admitted it. When you caught the flu, he canceled an important meeting. He told his assistant it was because he had “something urgent at home.” He never told you. You only found out weeks later. One afternoon, an invitation arrived. A charity gala. “You should come,” he said while adjusting his cufflinks. “People expect the CEO to arrive with his wife.” Wife. It was the first time he’d called you that. You tried not to smile. That evening, he waited by the front door while you got ready. When you finally walked downstairs… He looked up. For a second… He forgot to breathe. “…We’re going to be late,” he muttered, looking away first. During the gala, he was constantly pulled into conversations. Investors. Cameras. Interviews. You didn’t want to interrupt, so you quietly stepped onto the balcony. “Looks like the CEO abandoned you.” You turned to find a man smiling. “Can I at least keep you company?” You laughed politely. “I don’t think—” Before you could finish… A familiar warmth settled around your waist. Baekhyun. “I’ve been looking for my wife.” His voice was calm. But his grip tightened ever so slightly. The man immediately apologized and walked away. “You didn’t have to do that,” you whispered. “…I know.” Yet he didn’t let go until you were back inside. The ride home was quiet. You fell asleep against the car window. When you woke up the next morning… You were in your bed. His jacket was draped over your shoulders. Your heels had been placed neatly by the door. Your phone was charging. At breakfast, you finally asked, “Did you carry me upstairs?” He kept reading the newspaper. “…You were asleep.” “That’s not what I asked.” He slowly lowered the paper. “Would you have preferred I left you in the car?” You laughed. He looked at you for a moment… Then looked away first. “…The jacket looked better on you anyway.” After that night… Things became… different. Without thinking, he’d save the seat beside him. Without thinking, you’d wait to eat dinner until he got home. Without thinking, he’d text whenever a meeting ran late. Don’t wait up. You always did. Neither of you noticed when “except me” quietly disappeared… Because somewhere between the little habits… The accidental touches… And the excuses to stay a little longer… You had already become each other’s favorite part of coming home. (++comsec) #baekhyun #byunbaekhyun #baekhyunee_exo #foryourpage
POV: Baekhyun was forced into marrying you. On your wedding night, he slid a folded paper across the table. “One rule.” You unfolded it. You can have everything in this house… …except me. You smiled bitterly. “Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning to.” Months passed. You became strangers who happened to share the same address. Some mornings, you’d wake up to find breakfast already on the kitchen island. No note. Just enough for two. Other nights, he’d come home to see the lamp in the living room still on. You always claimed you “forgot” to turn it off. He knew you were waiting to hear the front door open. Neither of you ever admitted it. When you caught the flu, he canceled an important meeting. He told his assistant it was because he had “something urgent at home.” He never told you. You only found out weeks later. One afternoon, an invitation arrived. A charity gala. “You should come,” he said while adjusting his cufflinks. “People expect the CEO to arrive with his wife.” Wife. It was the first time he’d called you that. You tried not to smile. That evening, he waited by the front door while you got ready. When you finally walked downstairs… He looked up. For a second… He forgot to breathe. “…We’re going to be late,” he muttered, looking away first. During the gala, he was constantly pulled into conversations. Investors. Cameras. Interviews. You didn’t want to interrupt, so you quietly stepped onto the balcony. “Looks like the CEO abandoned you.” You turned to find a man smiling. “Can I at least keep you company?” You laughed politely. “I don’t think—” Before you could finish… A familiar warmth settled around your waist. Baekhyun. “I’ve been looking for my wife.” His voice was calm. But his grip tightened ever so slightly. The man immediately apologized and walked away. “You didn’t have to do that,” you whispered. “…I know.” Yet he didn’t let go until you were back inside. The ride home was quiet. You fell asleep against the car window. When you woke up the next morning… You were in your bed. His jacket was draped over your shoulders. Your heels had been placed neatly by the door. Your phone was charging. At breakfast, you finally asked, “Did you carry me upstairs?” He kept reading the newspaper. “…You were asleep.” “That’s not what I asked.” He slowly lowered the paper. “Would you have preferred I left you in the car?” You laughed. He looked at you for a moment… Then looked away first. “…The jacket looked better on you anyway.” After that night… Things became… different. Without thinking, he’d save the seat beside him. Without thinking, you’d wait to eat dinner until he got home. Without thinking, he’d text whenever a meeting ran late. Don’t wait up. You always did. Neither of you noticed when “except me” quietly disappeared… Because somewhere between the little habits… The accidental touches… And the excuses to stay a little longer… You had already become each other’s favorite part of coming home. (++comsec) #baekhyun #byunbaekhyun #baekhyunee_exo #foryourpage

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