Mr. Shen, Slap You and Stop Licking Your Hands.

[Queen training the dog | Absolute pulling | Aesthetics of hate | The female protagonist is in charge | The God of slaps | The male partner pleases the female protagonist | The female protagonist wants what the female protagonist gets] Femme Fatale × Sinister Boss She has a sharp tongue, is beautiful, and is all in disguise. Calling him Mr. Shen with his legs crossed at the negotiation table, he can send people to jail with a smile behind his back. There is no project in the world that she can't pry, and there's no man that she can't coax - except him. He is sinister, cold, and decisive in the mall. He pinched her chin and said, "You're not even on the chessboard." He turned around and turned over her father's old case. Everyone was afraid of him, but she was the only one who dared to slap him. The first time they cooperated, he pinched her wrist and forced her to bow her head. The second time they met, she slapped him in public. He wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with his thumb, lowered his head and kissed her again. The third time they bumped into each other, he pushed her against the wall and gnawed her neck until bruises were all over her neck. She scratched three bloody grooves on his back with her backhand. The day before he acted as a stranger in front of outsiders, and in the middle of the night he carried the person back to his home. They are mortal enemies, enemies, and each other's swords and wounds. Whoever is tempted first will die. But none of them are afraid of death.