Tang Duo disguises herself as a man to protect her brothers and family. So why does she keep running into Yao Xinglian wherever she goes? Is it bad luck that keeps bringing them together, or has someone been plotting this all along? The story is told in the first person from both the male and female leads’ perspectives.
“Brother Tang, how is your waist even slimmer and softer than a woman’s?”
When I, Tang Qifan, male, eldest son of the chancellor’s residence, woke up this morning, I was eighteen years old. Yesterday morning, I’d gone to the clinic holding the young master of the Yao family in a most intimate embrace. I was so anxious that tears streamed down my face as I shouted at the doctor, “Please save Brother Yao! If he doesn’t make it, I won’t go on living either.”
