Oh No! I Mistook the Capital’s Young Master for a Male Model

[The male lead takes center stage + the second male lead chases his love to the crematorium + physical desire before emotional intimacy + sizzling tension + both leads are inexperienced]

[An arrogant, noble, seductive heiress + a scheming, secretly sensual crown prince who plays the pig to eat the tiger]

On the eve of her wedding, An Shu sat at the bar, drinking her sorrows away.

Under the dim lights, she casually glanced to the side. A man stood tall in his dark shirt, the top buttons undone. Handsome and carefree, he seemed to glow even in the packed crowd.

Her fiancé had been fooling around with her half-sister, so she was single again.

There was no harm in having a little fun with a male model.

She walked over and pulled out a check. “Spend the night with me.”

She didn't notice that ever since she arrived, his eyes had never left her face.

The light in his eyes was dark and unreadable as a knowing smile curled his lips. “All right.”

-

Her life as his kept woman could be summed up in one word: bliss.

He was handsome, amazing in bed, and loved her with all his heart.

An Shu thought she'd hit the jackpot, not realizing she was the one who'd fallen into a trap.

The day Ji Boyu's identity as the crown prince of the capital's elite circle was exposed, he pinned her in a secluded corner. His voice was hoarse. “Have you really forgotten me?”

An Shu simply kicked him. “You liar!”

After that day, they lost touch.

Until one rainy night

An Shu came home drenched from head to toe. Seeing the concern in the man's eyes as he sat on the sofa, she complained, her voice trembling. “Why didn't you tell me sooner that you were the person from back then?”

Everyone said Ji Boyu used to live like a rat in the street, barely able to protect himself.

No one knew that back in high school, he'd fallen for a girl who shone like a star.

For her, he hadn't hesitated to leave terrible, grotesque scars on his own body.