Bandit

"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.
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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"

Wild Conquest

Yvonne Finley really wanted to stick these two things on Warrior Tucker's head.


Was she the type of woman who would charge violently at something?


After all, Caleb Baker was only twenty-three years old, young and easily frightened, right?


But what was even more dangerously burning now was the distance between them, which was no more than twenty centimeters. His gaze was somewhat indescribably sticky, like warm water being poured onto transparent ice, quietly melting it. She was that piece of ice being scalded.


He seemed to be really waiting for her answer.


Yvonne Finley really wanted to say, it was me, was he satisfied with the dish?


But when the words came to her lips, she missed again and raised her hand towards him. Holding two packets in her palm, she then said nonchalantly yet seriously, "Wanna play?"


She could see the trace of his eyebrows raising inch by inch.


Chapter 44: Showing Real Skill in Playing is a Sign of Your Capability