[Female channel·Modern romance·Sadomasochistic sweet pet]
After working as Shen Zhizhou's stand-in for three years, I was meek and quiet, trying to imitate the white moonlight at the tip of his heart.
Until the real owner returned home, he let her live in the master bedroom and drove me into the guest room.
Everyone laughs at me, a fake is a fake after all.
I took off my glasses, tore up the contract, and disappeared quietly.
Later, at the Paris auction, I stunned the audience as the heir to a jewelry empire.
Shen Zhizhou burst into the lounge with red eyes: "Wanwan, come back."
I smiled and tapped the scar on his heart: "Mr. Shen, guess who is the substitute for the cinnabar mole you have treasured for many years?"
