The Little Princess Won't Let Me Hold Her Anymore, and the Rough-and-Ready Heir Is Losing His Mind

[Rental-room romance + Touch starvation syndrome + Capital's young master + I'm 20, but my son is 18]

"Have you touched enough?"

On the rickety old bed in the rented room, Ruan Liyang had an episode and burrowed into He Jingye's arms. The man grabbed her hand in one swift motion.

Her rubbing against him made his breathing grow heavy. He was 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a hard chest that could bruise someone, and a voice that was both rough and hoarse.

"You're just treating your condition. Why are you touching me lower down?"

Ruan Liyang had been spoiled since childhood, and yet she suffered from severe touch starvation syndrome.

When it flared up, she had to hug someone to feel better.

And He Jingye was the most effective cure she had.

A poor, fierce, sharp-tongued mechanic with a nasty temper.

She had always thought there was nothing between her and He Jingye.

She was just sick.

He was just useful.

She touched him, hugged him, and burrowed into his arms.

Until one day, an eighteen-year-old boy suddenly hugged her and called her Mom.

He also told her:

In the future, she'd fall desperately in love with He Jingye, drug him and force him to marry her. In the end, she wouldn't even get to enjoy her position as Mrs. He before losing her life.

And that mechanic, who was so poor he couldn't even bear to buy cigarettes, was actually the young heir of the capital's most powerful family.

Terrified, Ruan Liyang swore off men overnight.

No hugging.

No touching.

No kissing.

But once she really started avoiding him, He Jingye began acting stranger and stranger by the day.

When she ate with someone else, he glowered.

When she called another man handsome, he pulled her into his arms and held her captive.

When she said she'd marry a rich man someday, he bit her earlobe and demanded an explanation.

"Fine."

"I'll make the money for you."

"But you're going to be mine."