[Cool, aloof, and unruly heir apparent × quirky, playful girl with a thing for hands + living under the same roof + two-year age gap + a touch of showbiz + sweet, swoon-worthy flirtation]
[High desire × pure love]
On the surface, Xu Muxi is a screenwriter, and Jing Heng is a director.
In reality, Jing Heng leans against the doorway, drinking from the cup Xu Muxi used, a roguish smile playing at the corner of his mouth as he watches her emerge from the bath.
They live under the same roof.
One day, they even share a bed.
*
Xu Muxi has a thing for hands.
Give her a pair of gorgeous hands and she’ll practically drool.
At her mother’s employer’s house, she encountered a perfect pair of hands straight out of a comic. The fingers were long and strong, the joints sharply defined, and the curve of the bulging veins disappeared beneath prayer beads at the wrist, creating a beautiful contrast of restraint.
But their owner, well... didn’t seem very approachable.
So she tried to control herself, and tried again, sneaking glances at him in secret.
She fantasized that those hands, so alluring she wanted to touch them, could be stained with red wine, adorned with the bracelet and handcuffs she had designed, and left at her mercy.
One day, Xu Muxi accidentally wandered into the art studio on the third floor. The sight before her raised goosebumps all over her.
The room was filled with portraits of her: sketches, paintings, oils... every style imaginable.
She could hardly believe that someone so cool, wild, and seemingly capable of anything could hide a heart so nearly obsessive.
So she ran.
*
As the sole heir to the prestigious Jing family of Qingcheng, Jing Heng could be said to have everything.
Calling him a born winner would be an understatement.
For Jing Heng, getting whatever he wanted was far too easy. As a result, his face always carried a trace of weariness, as if all his desires had already been satisfied.
One day, a girl entered his world.
He knew then that the bond destined for him had arrived.
