On a rainy night when she was five, Song Zhi found a boy huddled in the corner of her family’s wall.
His hearing aid was broken, so he couldn’t hear her.
She called him “Puppy.”
After twelve years living together, Puppy left.
Later,
Song Zhi got a boyfriend.
His name was Shen Zhiyan.
The eldest young master of the Shen family, gentle and refined, as pure as a handful of snow.
Everyone said she was reaching above her station.
Until the first time she went to dinner at the Shen family home.
The Shen family’s crown prince sat at the far end of the long table, in a black shirt, his skin pale and cool. He never once looked up at her.
But when she got up to go to the restroom,
he blocked the doorway, trapping her against the wall.
“Have we met before?”
Song Zhi pushed him away. “I’m your brother’s girlfriend.”
He lowered his head and smiled. The smile was cold and wild, like a mad dog that had caught the scent of blood.
“So what?”
Later, when Song Zhi tried to leave, the man dropped to his knees.
“Baby, be good.”
“From now on, I’ll be your Puppy, okay?”
