Everyone in Jiangcheng knew Luo Xing - this woman wearing studded sandals and holding a cigarette, as beautiful as a poisoned rose, could overturn her opponent's table with three punches and two kicks. But no one knows that she has recently set her sights on a "hard nut".
Yan Sichen, who was once the heir to the Yan family who turned his hands into clouds and turned into rain, once his family fell into decline, he was stuck in the racing track by Luo Xing. She handed him a "Master-Servant Agreement" and scratched his Adam's apple with her scarlet nails: "Sign it, and I'll pay for your mother's surgery."
From then on, the proud phoenix became a bird in a cage. He was wearing the silver bell collar she gave him, and he was at her disposal. The bell around his neck made a tinkling sound, as if he was counting the dignity he had fallen to the ground.
She forced him to wear ill-fitting servant clothes and watched him serve the guests with red eyes; she deliberately embarrassed him at the wine party, but when he was being challenged, she kicked the table over to protect him.
"Luo Xing, what do you want?" He clenched his fists and the bell around his neck rang wildly.
She put out the cigarette with a smile and poked his chest with her fingertips: "I want to turn this piece of ice like you into a hot coal that only belongs to me."
This entanglement that started with a transaction eventually spiraled out of control amid repeated trials and collisions. When his forbearance collided with her arrogance, when his weakness became her armor, no one could tell who was moved first and who became the calamity of whom.
