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

The setting in the lab was simple, with various instruments and objects, tables strewn about, and a projector running indoors. The Venetian blinds were drawn, blocking the hustle and bustle of light from outside, casting a muted and somewhat dim ambiance.


Caleb Baker remained motionless in his posture.


He lowered his head slightly, watching the gentle white hand fidgeting around his waist.


The belt was black, and the buckle made a subtle, almost inaudible sound when clasped.


Without even turning, he knew who was standing behind him.


No one else would dare to behave toward him in this way.


Caleb Baker's gaze fell on the printer, his demeanor nonchalant and languid, "Do people in this school have no restraint, touching each other without permission?"


His tone was very casual, his pronunciation crisp, and his tone level.


Chapter 86: Caleb Baker, are you feeling unwell?