Wildfire: Her Second Face

Everyone at Peking University thought that Xu Nian, who was gentle and did not dare to speak loudly, was the most bullied soft persimmon in the school. Until one day, she walked into the classroom carrying a motorcycle tire with one hand. The strongest school bully outside the school lay on her desk and begged for mercy: "Sister, I really can't fight anymore." Outside the door, the rumored violent and crazy young man from Beijing was lazily leaning against the wall, carelessly playing with a lighter, the flames extinguishing at his fingertips. He narrowed his eyes and smiled dangerously and charmingly, but his voice was as soft as a feather scraping against his ears—— "Nian Nian, do you want to come to my bed to do your homework tonight, or do you want to go to your car?" "After all, the back seat of your car seemed a little cramped last time."