Oh No! How Did My Archrival Evolve Into My Ideal Type?

[Coquettish, teasing beauty x reserved, calculating older man]

[Childhood friends x older man x both virgins x happy ending]

For the first twenty years of Pei Fuen’s smooth-sailing life, there was only one unexpected complication: Shen Jue.

Whenever she came first in an exam as a child, the elders would praise her, then add, “She’s as clever as Shen Jue was at her age.”

Pei Fuen hated that remark. So whenever she saw Shen Jue growing up, she would sweetly call him “Brother Shen Jue” when adults were around, but behind their backs she never held back from calling him a bastard.

Shen Jue was no less spiteful. He promptly threw Pei Fuen’s favorite rag doll out of a third-floor window.

Pei Fuen hated Shen Jue. In her senior year of high school, when she learned he was going abroad as an exchange student, she happily set off fireworks in the courtyard all night under the pretense of seeing him off.

They met again at the school’s anniversary celebration.

Shen Jue had been invited as an outstanding alumnus. Backstage, he ran into Pei Fuen, who was being confessed to.

She wore black high heels with red soles and a figure-hugging mermaid dress that accentuated her slender waist. Her voluminous curls fell around her shoulders, irresistibly alluring.

Pei Fuen saw Shen Jue too. The boyishness had faded from his once slightly awkward features, and now he looked even more distinguished and haughty. Oh no, how had her sworn enemy evolved into her ideal type?

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“Pei Fuen, were you playing me?”

“Brother, I’ve been playing with you this whole time.”

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“Shen Jue, are you a dog or something?”

“You’re only noticing now? You’ve always called me a bastard.”

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“Beg me. Beg me and I’ll kiss you. Come on, beg me, baby.”

“Please, kiss me.”