Disguised as the One You Love, I Make You Fall into My Hands

At a friend’s New Year’s party, Jing Zexia disguised himself as Yan Moyi’s first love, who had been missing for seven years, and arranged a chance encounter so he could dance with her. Excited, Yan Moyi thought he had come back. But beneath the mask was another, unfamiliar face. "Who are you? Why are you pretending to be Nangong Chen?" Jing Zexia closed in step by step, pinning Yan Moyi against the wall. He gently lifted her chin with a long finger, his breath brushing repeatedly against her rose-petal lips. He smelled pleasantly of mint. "Yiyi, you really can’t keep your cool," he said with a soft laugh. Jing Zexia dangled news of Nangong Chen before Yan Moyi to lure her into his trap. A cat-and-mouse game was about to begin. Yan Moyi naively thought that playing along with him would simply help her find clues about Nangong Chen, but she never imagined that one day she would become ensnared in his game of desire... Was this revenge, or a calculated plan to draw them into an even deeper web of intrigue?