Help! I Provoked the Noble Young Master, and Now He's Forcing Me to Love Him

Qiao Du had transmigrated.

Beneath the moonlight, the young man’s white robes were whiter than snow, his profile as smooth as jade. He radiated an icy, serene stillness.

Qiao Du raised her eyes and met his cool gaze.

When the evil spell took hold, she stumbled into his arms and clung tightly to his slender waist, her voice trembling with tears. “Please, hold me.”

The young man was mortified and couldn’t stop shaking.

“Get away from me!”

Later, corpses littered the desolate mountain, and blood flowed like a river.

The young man in dark robes held a long sword, his entire body radiating murderous fury. Drops of blood fell from the blade as cold moonlight illuminated his deathly pale, despairing face.

Qiao Du froze, then suddenly backed away.

Jiang Jiyun glanced back and smiled softly. “Are you going to throw me away?”

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

Before Qiao Du could answer, darkness swallowed her vision, and she collapsed limply into the young man’s cold arms.

When she woke again, delicate, fair ankles were shackled. She shifted slightly, and the chains gave a clear, tinkling jingle.

“…”

Beside the bed, Jiang Jiyun gazed at her in silence. His eyes were hollow and desolate, and his voice was very soft. “A Du, come hate me. Just don’t leave me.”

The girl was silent for a long while.

Then, just as she had at their first meeting, she suddenly threw herself into his arms. “Are you stupid?”

Which shameless creep had switched up her storyline?!

This was supposed to be a sweet romance, but someone had turned it into a tragic love story. Qiao Du lifted the young man’s chin and kissed him fiercely. Maybe if she kissed him a few more times, she could stop herself from overthinking.

“Quit yapping and kiss me.”