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

Grace Webb's gaze was still icy cold, giving off an intensely forbidding vibe.


She lifted the corner of her lips, "Are you looking for death?"


Dax Harrison put down his dinner plate, casually walked up to her, and bent at the waist to gaze at her at the closest possible distance. When their wild eyes met, sparks flew like the clashing of swords. The hidden tension felt so intense that it sent shivers down the spine.


"Then why didn't you kill me yesterday?"


He tilted his head slightly, his gaze resting on her lips, "Grace, couldn't bear to part with me, your lover?"


Grace's expression remained neutral, her hand pressed against his chest, "Do you think I'm like you, a lawbreaker?"


She walked towards the dining table and sat down.


There was no denying, Dax Harrison's culinary skills were remarkable.


He should be a man who could take care of himself and others.


If he was judged by the standards of an ideal partner.


Chapter 387: Lovers