He is Xie Yanci, ascetic and dignified, with overwhelming power, a flower of the high mountains that others dare not desecrate; she is Jiang Chiye, the forbidden rose that he petted with his own hands, bright and warm, and no one dares to mess with it.
Jiang Chiye's life experience was miserable, but ever since she was picked up by Xie Yanci and brought back to Xie's home, she had been pampered by him to no end. As a result, her love grew wildly with his indulgence day after day.
It wasn't until her eighteenth-year-old adult ceremony that she tore up the shackles of her "uncle" in public. Her red dress was like fire, and her eyes were unabashedly hot: "Xie Yanci, I like you. I don't want you to be my uncle anymore. I want you to love me."
One sentence disrupted his thirty years of pure and solitude.
Xie Yanci began to deliberately distance herself, but this red rose with thorns insisted on pestering him to the end. She blocked the study room late at night and pretended to be wronged and wanted to hug him.
"Xie Yanci, you have raised me for twelve years, so you should be responsible for me to the end." There was paranoid possessiveness in her eyes.
He is the only light in her darkness, so Jiang Chiye wants Xie Yanci to belong to her alone, wants all his love, and wants him to fall in love with her for the rest of his life...
She was the only exception in his abstinent world. Facing this long-planned red rose, Xie Yanci's bottom line collapsed again and again, "Jiang Chiye, don't force me." His voice was hoarse, but he couldn't hide the raging throbbing in his eyes.
She stood on tiptoe and hooked his neck, her red lips close to his ear: "But you obviously enjoy it, don't you, uncle?"
