The day she failed her exam, Lin Zhaowan had only seven days left to secure her recommendation for graduate school.
The man who gave her a score of 59 was Shen Jibai, the coldest professor in the whole department. In fourteen years, he had never had a woman by his side.
She sat in the front row, wore the reddest lipstick, and blocked his doorway:
“Professor Shen, my regrading application is me.”
He glanced down at her. “Save that routine for someone who falls for it.”
Later, beneath a streetlamp on a snowy night, she was the one who kissed him first.
He kissed her back for a few seconds, then pushed her away. “Don’t let it happen again.”
Later still, she started an internship at a company and came home every day cursing the boss who never showed his face.
The cold-faced King of Hell sat across from her at the dinner table, putting food in her bowl. “There are plenty of men surnamed Shen.”
Then the nameplate came into view.
