Wildfire: Her Second Face

Everyone at Jing University thought Xu Nian, who was gentle and soft-spoken and never dared raise her voice, was the easiest pushover on campus.

Then one day, she carried a motorcycle tire into the classroom with one hand, while the toughest campus bully from outside the university lay across her desk, begging for mercy. “Sis, I really can’t take any more.”

Outside the door, the notorious, violent young master of the capital leaned lazily against the wall, idly turning a lighter in his hand. The flame flickered at his fingertips.

He narrowed his eyes, his smile dangerous yet captivating, but his voice was as soft as a feather brushing her ear.

“Niannian, are you coming to my bed to do your homework tonight, or going to your car?”

“Your back seat was a little cramped last time, after all.”