Everyone loved the gentleness he pretended to be, but only she knew that beneath the gentleness was madness built just to imprison her.
Shen Siyuan, a perfect "work" born for inheritance rights.
Born with cold expectations, I have never experienced what love is.
Until that afternoon, when he was stepped on in the mud, he looked up and saw a beam of light - Luo Tingtong, his teacher of Chinese as a foreign language, whose smile was more scorching than the scorching sun.
It was she who taught him the pronunciation of the word "love", but she didn't know that this student wanted much more than that.
He dyed her dazzling blond hair ink, and hid her fangs under a gentle skin.
Everyone praised the Shen family heir for being as gentle as jade, but only he knew that this was just a well-designed hunt.
The prey is her heart.
When the truth was revealed, Luo Tingtong looked at the strange man in front of him with paranoid and sinister eyes. His whole body felt cold and he turned around to run away.
But he was pulled back and pushed into the corner.
The man's hot breath was wrapped in despair and hit her ears: "Teacher, the game is over."
"You came to save me first, now... It's my turn."
