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

Edward Brown felt a chill creep up from his feet.


He frowned and turned back, "Are you seriously insane? You're lying here, and she didn't even take a look at you when she came, just turned around and left, and you're okay with it? What kind of fucking love is this?"


Is he worried about her getting caught in the rain by leaving?


Caleb Baker adjusted his finger with the oxygen saturation clip clipped to it, carelessly removing it. His voice was melancholic and dismissive, "I'm not dead yet. I don't need her to mourn for me."


Edward Brown choked on his words, "Aren't you sad?"


He responded languidly, "There are plenty who love me. I won't be at a loss if I die. It's good for her to love herself more and not be wronged in dealing with people and incidents."


He doesn't need anyone to live or die for him.


The living should enjoy it; the dead should look forward with the utmost calmness.


This precious rose of his should live proudly and unbowed.


Chapter 231: Savior