The carefree young master Ling only glanced at her in passing, never expecting that one glimpse would stay with him forever.
Her cool, indifferent gaze shot straight into his heart. He couldn't forget her, and vowed to find her.
But when they met again, he tried to flirt with her like a rascal, and she broke his hand and a bone.
Hey! Here's his chance.
He threw tantrums, wheedled, shamelessly clung to her, and tried every trick in the book. At last, he was drooling with delight as he moved in under the same roof as her.
With her so close, how could Young Master Ling fail to win her over?
