[Glamorous, willful seductress x younger, dark and brooding boy]
The first time Qi Yaozhi met Chu Ziwang, he was the son of the woman who cooked for her grandmother. He was a small-town kid with a flushed face and features that hadn't fully grown in, while she was a beautiful, sharp-tongued heiress from the big city.
Without the slightest bit of politeness, she ordered him, "Heat up some water for me."
The second time she saw Chu Ziwang, her father had suddenly appeared in her living room with the boy and his mother. They looked at her awkwardly.
She saw the flustered boy who had wandered into her room and said coldly, "Get out."
The third time they met, after a string of misfortunes, he stood awkwardly at the door in the rain, hoping the father and daughter would help him again so he could finish his education.
She set a steaming bowl of noodles down hard on the table and warned him calmly, "Don't use anything except what's in your room."
Much later...
His damp, tender love took root and grew. All he wanted was to cling to his older sister and never let go.
Only then did she realize what those damp, clinging gazes he'd turned on her had meant.
