Ink and Wash in Misty Rain

A calculated move forced Su Miaomiao into a shotgun marriage with a disabled buddha-like figure in the Beijing circle.
At the beginning, she treated it all as a game, wanting to see the buddha-like figure lose control and pull the unattainable flower down from its pedestal.
Time after time of attempted seduction, the aloof buddha-like figure remained untainted by worldly desires.
Realizing she was the one losing control, she wanted to extricate herself from this game.
When she awoke again, there was a silver chain on her foot.
The cold and aloof buddha-like figure devoutly leaned over and kissed the back of her foot.
"Miaomiao, don't leave."
It was at that moment that Su Miaomiao realized.
Beneath that mask of a pure and aloof buddha-like figure, lay an obsessively possessive desire.

Flirt Till He Loses Control

After getting in the car, the Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly merged into the flow of traffic.


The driver raised the small partition and turned up the music a little.


Xie Yuan sat in the backseat, his left hand playing with Buddha beads, a suppressed storm in his eyes.


"A young girl coming to this kind of place, and even getting physical with that sort of scum, Su Miaomiao, do you know how dangerous that is?"


Su Miaomiao frowned impatiently and turned to look at Xie Yuan.


Her fox-like eyes blinked, misty with a layer of water, somewhat aggrieved.


"Husband, are you being harsh with me?"


"Husband, are you actually being harsh with me?"


"Husband, I'm already feeling so bad, and you're still being harsh with me?"


Looking at her flushed face and her eyes hazy with drunkenness, Xie Yuan bit his teeth.


Fine, I shouldn't stoop to the same level as a little drunkard.


He pinched the bridge of his nose, softening his tone.


Chapter 17 Unruly Xiao Guai, No Reward_1