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 man's broad, reassuring hand steadied her arm, keeping her from falling. Yet, despite their closeness, a sense of distance lingered between them. His eyes were downcast, warm and restrained, silently observing her. He didn't advance any further, conducting himself with a gentleman's composure.


Serena Brown struggled to fight back the pricklings of tears.


She'd spent over a thousand days and nights without seeing him.


And now, there they were, face to face. He remained calm and polite, just as he always had, without exhibiting any signs of emotional sway. There seemed to be nothing in this world that could stir a ripple of emotion in him.


She gingerly held onto the sofa, so careful and treasured. She dared not even place her hand over his for support, lest she shatter this seemingly illusionary moment.


Once Wilson Finley saw that she was steady, he tactfully withdrew his hand. "You're welcome."


Chapter 188: I've Come of Age