Cheng Jiao’s beauty was cool and regal.
When she made the first move, few men could resist her.
Until one day, she heard with her own ears the man who’d taken so many liberties with her say in the most casual tone, “She’s only good for a little fun.”
Cheng Jiao smiled. So he wanted to play, did he?
She’d play along to the very end.
At last, Xi Yang’s restraint snapped. He trapped her in the pouring rain and kissed her passionately.
“Jiaojiao, I regret it. Will you marry me?”
Cheng Jiao echoed his original tone, each word a dagger to the heart. “Mr. Xi, it was only a bit of fun. Don’t take it so seriously.”
As misunderstandings and regrets intertwined, one person maneuvered carefully, drawing him deeper and deeper.
Another willingly fell into the trap, ready to be her devoted servant.
Average, too many typos, poor logical thinking, verbose