He thought he'd picked up a sickly kitten. Who knew it was a man-eating wolf?
Xiao Shuo was ordered to protect Xie Wujiu, a sickly young master cast aside by his family.
Every time the man coughed up blood, Xiao Shuo's heart lurched, afraid the porcelain doll might shatter.
Until he saw Xie Wujiu smash an assassin's head with an inkstone, wipe his hands, and say calmly, "Dirty."
Only then did he understand: he wasn't a bodyguard, but the mastiff this man had personally chosen.
"Give me your blood and your loyalty," Xie Wujiu said, kissing him with frenzied obsession in his eyes. "Be my dog and mine alone."
Submitting to you is the taming I embrace most willingly in this life.
