The eldest young master of the Xie family, Xie Xianyu, was like a spring breeze and a graceful orchid—refined, elegant, and, rarest of all, blessed with a compassionate heart.

A year ago, he took in his destitute cousin who had come seeking refuge.

The sheltered Wanru was deeply moved, holding boundless admiration and affection for her cousin.

Their brotherly-sisterly bond became a much-praised tale.

But at night, Xie Xianyu would pin Wanru to the bed, kissing the tear mole at the corner of her eye, tormenting her softly—his clear and gentle gaze from the day now clouded with dark desire.

“Wanwan, you’ve been naughty today. I’m very unhappy.”

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“She pretends to be sweet and clever, lies through her teeth, and is full of schemes… yet I only want her.”