After I Tricked the Cold, Desireless Uncle into Holding Me, He Got Addicted First

In her previous life, Qiao Sui sacrificed her career, her trust fund, and the last shred of her dignity for the eldest grandson of the Qin family. In the end, she died on a rainy night chasing after him.

When she returned to the year she was twenty-three, an alarm suddenly rang in her mind as a dangerous glass was raised to her lips.

Within ten meters, she could sense anyone who harbored ill will toward her.

But when she panicked and hid in Qin Zheng's study, getting close to the cold, restrained man who hated being touched, the alarm went completely silent.

To stay alive, Qiao Sui told a lie.

“I have a condition. I need two hugs a day, three minutes each.”

Qin Zheng knew the excuse was full of holes, but he still laid down some rules for her.

She could come close, refuse, or stop at any time.

Qiao Sui thought she was only using him to escape danger.

Until one day, she was seven minutes late, and the man who never waited for anyone waited alone in his study for the full seven minutes.

Later, her lie was exposed in front of everyone.

Qiao Sui packed her things, ready to walk away from a relationship that had begun with deception.

But Qin Zheng blocked the door, his eyes burning with tightly restrained possessiveness.

“The illness is fake.”

“Then was your racing heart fake every time you held me?”

She tricked the cold, desireless uncle into hugging her.

In the end, he was the one who couldn't give it up.