A Fake Marriage? But Your Brother Has a Strong Appetite! His Kisses Are So Fierce

[Radiant, sweet-talking good girl vs. color-blind, desireless tycoon before marriage, insatiable after marriage|both virgins|secret marriage|pretend love, real passion|the powerful one bows his head] After her cheating boyfriend emotionally manipulated her, Wen Yining helped him scheme to arrange a fake marriage with his abstinent older brother. But that very night, she pretended to be drunk, confessed her love, and climbed into his bed, kissing the famously desireless Duke until his lust flared out of control. After a trial marriage that lasted one night, they got their marriage certificate and made it official. Fu Sijue: “We’ll keep our marriage secret for a year under this contract. Apart from fulfilling our conjugal duties, we won’t interfere in each other’s lives.” Wen Yining expected married life to be a living hell. She hadn’t expected it to be a different kind of living hell. She sweet-talked him and said she loved him. He stayed silent and simply took action. The self-assured scumbag who set them up on a date walked in on them kissing passionately. He completely lost it. “Aren’t you supposed to be abstinent? Why are you kissing her!” “I’m kissing my wife.” Fu Sijue went from accepting their secret marriage to enjoying it, and soon wanted to make it public every day. Everyone in their circle knew the Duke had shut his heart to love, but no one knew Wen Yining was the only color he could see in his color-blind world. Who says a physical desire for your wife can’t be love? Until Wen Yining couldn’t take the daily backache anymore and demanded a divorce ahead of schedule. The scumbag who had failed to win her back came to provoke her. “Your wife’s been lying to you. Fake feelings, fake love, fake marriage!” Everyone waited for Wen Yining to be cast aside and become a discarded rich wife. Instead, Fu Sijue knelt in front of everyone and coaxed her gently. “Honey, I was wrong. I promise I’ll do whatever you say tonight.” But when night came, Wen Yining blushed with tears in her eyes, pinned by the waist and unable to escape. Fu Sijue kissed her and rasped, “You’re the boss, honey. I’ll do whatever you say.”