[A cool, gentle, fragile white moonlight with a soft heart × a soft-looking but unbreakable pane of tempered glass] (crossed out)
[A cool, restrained hero who is gentle only to the heroine × a resilient, delicate flower who’ll bite back if pushed too far] He
The first time they met, he stood by the bed tying his tie, composed and aloof. With a raised brow, he tossed her a stack of cash and a box of birth control pills. “Your hush money.”
The second time they met, she was a waitress at a restaurant. Her trembling hand spilled water on his shirt. He sneered and tossed her some money. “Trying to get my attention? That’s a pretty low trick.”
The third time, they ran into each other at a teahouse. After spending ages psyching herself up to return his money, she found him glaring at her. “Don’t want the money? Want something else? Dream on!” Then he waved a hand and gave her another tip...
Cheng Ke: Stunned.
Oh my god, a living god of wealth! Has someone’s ATM come to life?!
*
She thought they would never cross paths again, but at her university’s opening ceremony, she crashed into his chest.
They said this Blue God was like cold snow atop a mountain, untouched by desire. So why did his gaze keep drifting to her?
*
That night, he happened to hear her talking on the phone with another man. The snow melted, his reason vanished, and he lost control, biting her lip. When an unexpected ring interrupted them, he narrowed his eyes dangerously. “You’re popular. Three men have called you in one night.”
She took half a step back and stammered out an explanation, only to meet his desire-filled gaze. He leaned closer. “Finished? Then let’s continue.”
The next second, he lowered his head and pressed his lips hard against hers, completely drowning out her breath.
