enthu_reader

Rumors say that if you ever come across an extremely handsome man in a doctor's coat twirling a shiny scalpel between his fingers with an alluring smile on his lips that takes your breath away…

Run.

For he is the devil.
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Yang Mingshen’s existence screams of six adjectives - Handsome, wealthy, talented, narcissist, arrogant and evil.

He is an unrivaled doctor from one of the most affluent and prestigious Underworld families, who sees only medicine and his own interests. Until a desire consumes him - to have a woman’s heart.

That woman, Song Jia, continues to put all the wrongs to right as a capable police officer. She, whose life was once saved by the devil doctor, refuses to bend to his tempting seduction.

“I will just take your heart and put it in somebody else's chest. It won't hurt at all, I promise~”

“Yes because I will be dead to feel anything.”

But the bad news comes knocking when Yang Mingshen becomes the lead forensic investigator to assist in her cases. With a devil now clinging to her, she comes across a deep, dark and cruel web of conspiracies stained with blood, love, hatred, revenge, politics and much more.

Treading into dangerous territories, will they be able to uncover the net of lies and deceit? And maybe find love along the way?

*EXCERPT*

“I am not the weak patient anymore. You try to grab my neck and I will break your wrist,” Jia threw him a death glare.

Mingshen leaned in closer, chuckling devilishly. "I told you before, Spicy. I have saved your life. I have touched your heart quite literally. So that heart beating in your chest right now belongs to Yang Mingshen. If I want it, I will have it.”

The Devil Doctor's Spicy Love

"I seriously question why you came to live here."

Mingshen laid on his belly with his shirt lifted halfway up to expose his lower back. Jia took a generous amount of the ointment and started massaging the painful area in circular motion.

Mingshen was lost in the bliss of the gentle but firm pressure of her fingertips along his back that brought a wide grin to his lips. Jia's hands moved with a natural rhythm, her touch surprisingly tender as if she was unraveling the tension he carried deep within.

He felt warm under her palms, the taut muscles yielding slightly as she worked through the sprain. The faint scent of eucalyptus from the ointment she had applied earlier filled the air.

She leaned in a little closer, her concentration etched into her face as she pressed onto one spot. He slightly winced but didn't pull away.

The doctor becomes the patient (2)