[Both leads are sexually inexperienced + a heroine who comes into her own + a lover who guides her + a young master who fights tooth and nail for her]
Five years ago, a carefully engineered humiliation led her into his room.
On her wedding night, Su Zhiyuan had no idea who the man tangled up with her was. She only knew that when she woke, her world had fallen apart.
For five years, her husband treated her with cold silence, while rumors about him ran wild. For five years, her love slowly hardened into stubborn resolve that refused to admit defeat.
Then he burst into her life without warning.
His voice was as deep as a cello. “Stop crying. Tears don't suit you.”
She looked at him and fell into a pair of impossibly beautiful eyes.
Lu Hengyan.
He never meant to interfere in her marriage.
But when he saw her thin shoulders, saw her hold her head high and smile even after being ground into the dirt, something stirred in the heart that had lain dormant for five years.
“Yuanyuan,” he bent down, his breath brushing her ear, his voice soft as a lover's whisper yet unmistakably possessive. “You're clinging to a marriage that's already rotten. Who are you punishing?”
“…Myself.”
“Good girl. Then now,” he murmured, his thumb stroking the reddened corner of her eye, his gaze as deep as the sea, “it's my turn to punish you… to punish you for making it so hard for me to have you.”
Only later did she learn that he hadn't been a stranger passing through that night five years ago.
And what he wanted had never been responsibility.
