He Said He Was Just an Elder, Yet in the Dead of Night He Pressed Me Against the Wall

On the night of her twentieth birthday, Su Wanxing, tipsy and glassy-eyed, kissed the senior she had secretly loved for years.

Only at her graduation banquet did she discover that the man whose kiss had made her knees weak that night was an old friend of her father's: the very "Uncle Lu" she had called him for ten years!

That word, "uncle," became the one obsession hidden beneath Lu Chenzhou's perfect gentlemanly facade.

Under the pretext of looking after his old friend's daughter, he drew her into his world and let her see that an old injury had left him "unable to walk properly," convincing her he had no worldly desires.

Feeling sorry for her "elder," Su Wanxing researched recipes for medicinal meals for him and even lay across his lap, crying about setbacks at her internship.

He basked in her innocence, patiently weaving a net she could never escape.

Then he trapped her by the floor-to-ceiling window, his hot breath brushing her ear. "Wanxing, I never wanted to be your uncle."

Only then did she realize: every chance encounter had been carefully arranged by him, and every indulgence had been part of his plan to lure her in!