Touch Aversion? Yet I'm Addicted to the Wild Wolf on His Motorcycle!

[Two Male Leads | Tension Pushed to the Limit | Untouchable Heartthrob Loses Control | Wild, Blunt Bottom × Abstinent, Unhinged Top] The first time Shen Xingye barged into the “Weihao” restoration studio, the roar of his heavy motorcycle shattered the room’s tranquil incense-scented calm. He flashed a reckless, wicked grin. “Mr. Lu, how much does it cost to restore a porcelain piece? And what about restoring me?” Lu Hexue’s gaze was frosty.

“Mr. Shen, please leave.”

Everyone saw the cold, refined young master of the Lu family, who never let anyone get close, take off his gloves with his own hands on a rainy night in an abandoned ancient temple and hold the feverish Shen Xingye captive in his arms, his voice hoarse and unfamiliar.

“Run away one more time, and I’ll lock you by my side.”

Everyone in Beijing’s elite circles knew that Shen Xingye, the younger son of the Shen family, was a mad wolf who didn’t care if he lived or died. He drove the fastest cars and took the most dangerous extreme-sports challenges. He refused to inherit the family business, yet for the sake of one moment of infatuation, he smashed an antique worth a fortune just to get a restoration contract from Lu Hexue. Everyone knew Lu Hexue, too.

He came from a distinguished scholarly family in Jiangnan, was the chief restorer at an ancient-artifact studio, suffered from severe germophobia, and enforced strict boundaries. He wore gloves all year round and hated being touched.

Until Shen Xingye appeared. That man barged violently into his stagnant world. Lu Hexue should have hated him, yet lost control in the dead of night.

Shen Xingye pressed closer at every turn, a raging fire burning the snow.

Lu Hexue retreated step by step, his pedestal crumbling.

One used the boldest romance to shatter the rules. The other used the most restrained madness to hold on to his heart.

At first, Shen Xingye asked with a grin, “Lu Hexue, do you dare to fall for me?”

At last, he admitted it.

Shen Xingye wasn’t trouble.

He was his loss of control, his cure, his obsession, and the rest of his life.