Once, they’d been deeply in love. When they met again, they were strangers. She knew they were worlds apart: she was humble as dust, vulgar and unrefined, while he was refined, distinguished, and far beyond her reach. But after someone set them up, they were caught in bed together. Her first love had become the other man! In public, with the scandal raging, he shielded her behind him. “She’s mine. Who dares touch her?” In private, he whispered in her ear, “You made a move on me, so you have to take responsibility!” She thought he was just saying it, but he really did move heaven and earth to protect her, cherish her, spoil her, and love her!
I feel like the heroine is a little weak and a little stupid. She is not the kind of smart character. Love is love. Why do you still treat the hero like this?