Getting Han Sinuo to date her was the greatest thing Jiang Yin did in college.
She actually managed to win over the aloof beauty.
As cool and abstinent as Han Sinuo was, nothing could stir his indifferent heart, not a pitch-black movie theater nor a secluded grove filled with suggestive sounds.
Jiang Yin tried every way she could think of to melt him.
She draped an arm over Han Sinuo's friend, danced provocatively at the arts festival, and even tied Han Sinuo up and kissed him by force.
But he always remained cool and composed, not a ripple in his eyes.
Jiang Yin gave up.
The night she said they were breaking up, Han Sinuo smashed the mirror in the monitoring room.
He had no idea what had gone wrong. Didn't Yin Yin love his cool, abstinent nature most of all? Who had seduced Yin Yin? Who had tempted his girlfriend?
Or had his girlfriend simply taken a fancy to someone else?
That wouldn't do. She's mine. Every strand of her hair, every inch of her skin, belongs to me.
I'll drag her back and make her admit her mistake, sobbing the words again and again.
A sweet, scatterbrained slowpoke vs. a cool, scheming lone wolf
