This article aims to use exquisite ancient language and a sweet and sweet plot full of tension to quickly catch the readers' attention, highlighting the male protagonist's extreme love for the female protagonist and the unique charm brought about by the contrast in status. Well worth watching Pure Love🥹
Very nice and high-scoring article, highly recommended! 1. The three views of the characters in this book are pretty good and can be read with realistic views! The male protagonist is the kind of guy who is more daddy than his daddy boyfriend! 2. The male protagonist's character is really great! The storyline is compact and not procrastinating, and the author's writing style is also good! The details are very well written and very realistic!
## What a good girl >There is a locked room in the deepest part of the third floor of the Lu family. >I lived there for ten whole years. >The room is so small that it can only fit a bed, and the drawing board is propped up in the corner. >They call me the gentlest daughter of the Lu family. >Little did I know that every day when I stood painting, I was filling that locked door with paint. >Until one day—— >The door lock was suddenly picked open from the outside. >The man who controls half of the power in West City stands in the backlight, his fingertips stained with the wet paint I applied last night. >He stared at my red-stained nails and chuckled: "Good girl?" >"What you painted isn't a landscape at all... It's blood, right?" --- In the deepest part of the third floor of the Lu family, a door and a lock have blocked off ten years of time. Even to reach it, you need to climb three floors and go around a twisting corner. This deliberately forgotten room is Lu Mingyu's entire world. It was so small that it could only accommodate a narrow bed, a desk, and no room for an extra chair. Therefore, the drawing board can only be squeezed into the corner obliquely and tenaciously. When she painted, she was either curled up on the edge of her bed or—more often—standing. Stand and measure the locked sky with your brush strokes. --- In the eyes of the world, Lu Ming is the most inconspicuous and docile daughter of the Lu family. Like a plant growing quietly, without fighting or grabbing, making no sound. The aura or shadow of the family seems to have nothing to do with this corner. The whole meaning of her existence seems to be this small room and the canvas in the corner. They called her "good girl," with a mixture of careless approval and deep-seated neglect in their voices. **But they never looked down and took a closer look at the dark reds and blues in her palette that were so intense that they couldn't be melted away, nor did they notice that what she painted on the canvas day after day was the scenery outside the window, or the cold door that had imprisoned her entire girlhood! ** The paint is stacked and scratched on the canvas, and every stroke of paint carries a silent cry. The locked door has become an eternal image on the canvas. The twisted lines, dark blocks of color, and depressing composition... Are the reflection of the cage and a decade of silent resistance. --- Then, that ordinary and dead afternoon, there was no warning. "Click." There was a crisp sound of metal breaking, suddenly tearing through the solid air of the cabin. The door lock was pried open from the outside with an absolutely powerful force! The long-lost, dazzling light rushed in, stinging eyes accustomed to dimness. Against the light, an unusually tall and straight figure was blocked in the door frame, and the outline was cut sharply and compellingly by the light. Lu Mingyu froze on the spot, the hand holding the paintbrush suddenly tightened, his knuckles turned white, and his nails stained with paint were dazzlingly red in the dim room. The man did not come in immediately. He just turned his head slightly and glanced at the mottled, yet-to-dry impasto paint on the inside of the door—the intense dark red she applied almost out of anger last night. Then, his gaze accurately returned to her face, finally settling on her scarlet fingertips. A hint of amusement, mixed with a clear understanding of everything, slowly crawled to the corners of his mouth. The deep voice had a metallic texture, penetrating through the dusty air and gently hitting Lu Mingyu's heart: "'Good girl'?" His last voice was slightly raised, as if he was commenting on a big joke. The next second, he took a step forward, and his compelling momentum instantly filled the entire small space. His gaze was as sharp as a knife, piercing straight towards the unfinished painting on the easel behind her that was mostly covered but still revealed a thrilling dark red color. "What you painted," he chuckled, there was no warmth in the laughter, only a cold penetrating force, "It's not a landscape at all, is it?" "It's blood, right?" --- The door lock has been off for ten years, and there is a bloody secret hidden under the paint. When the most dangerous man in the West City pries open her cage, Lu Mingyu's meek mask, together with the undercurrent of blood that has accumulated for ten years under the canvas, is finally torn apart completely! ** **The chain has been broken, and the trapped beast has come out of the cage. What kind of thrilling and huge waves will that "good girl" who has been domesticated for ten years use her paintbrush as a blade? ** **Click to read "What a Good Girl" to see how a talented painter shreds the disguise of a good girl and uses the strongest colors to take revenge on the entire hypocritical wealthy family! **
(Broken mirror never reunited + the hero chases his wife in the crematorium, the second hero has a crush on the powerful superior, Shuang Jie) (The sinister and affectionate prince of Beijing VS the real daughter who is strong on the outside and soft on the inside)*
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The heroine was born with a sinister fate and was favored by the Ghost Emperor. When she was 18 years old, she was carried in a sedan by a ghost to get married. Subsequently, supernatural incidents occurred frequently.