Eight-year-old Cheng Yun stared at the tempting chocolate cake on Lin Yimo's desk. The chubby boy's eyes reddened as he mumbled, “Am I really fat and ugly?” Cheng Yun lied through her teeth, eyes fixed on the cake. “Fat? That's a commanding presence! Ugly? That's simply against the laws of nature! You're... you're a little angel sent by Heaven to inspect the mortal world!” The cake successfully made its way into her stomach.
Years later, the “little angel” has grown into the cool, handsome school heartthrob Lin Yimo. He is still by Cheng Yun's side, continuing to serve as both a “human apology-writing machine” and a “24-hour ATM.” Cheng Yun licks the ice cream he has “offered” her, feeling pleased with herself: That cake was the deal of a lifetime...
Until a transfer student from the class next door gives Cheng Yun a box of homemade cookies in front of everyone. The next day, Cheng Yun automatically slaps her blank apology notebook onto Lin Yimo's desk. This time, she's been caught sleeping in class. “Yimo, quick! I need your help!” Her hand opens with practiced ease.
Lin Yimo looks up, his gaze passing over her palm before landing on the notebook. He extends his slender fingers, but instead of picking up a pen, he gently pushes the notebook back toward her.
“I'm not writing it.” His voice is calm.
Cheng Yun blinks, wondering if she heard him right. “...Huh?”
“The apology,” he repeats clearly. “Handle it yourself.” Then he leisurely picks up the glaring box of cookies from the desk, walks over to the trash can, and lets it slip from his wrist. Plunk! A perfect shot.
He turns to look at Cheng Yun, who is completely dumbfounded. The corner of his mouth lifts in a barely visible, chilling curve. “Also, your ‘angel’ is off duty today. Your dessert account... is frozen.”
