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During a lecture in her sophomore year, Ye Jinyuan was slacking off when her "Tree Hollow Therapy" shop received a new order.
The customer was a gloomy, crawling, unhinged man whose words and behavior bordered on intimidation, like some relic from the Emo Love Clan era.
Ye Jinyuan was terrified. Out of professional courtesy, she gently and patiently comforted him, then blocked him as soon as she finished replying.
Who could have guessed that, when she needed inspiration for a gloomy male lead in her new comic, her best friend would egg her on until she added him back? Hiding behind her secret identity as his online girlfriend, she chatted with him, hoping to squeeze out some material, while also encouraging him to stay positive, enjoy life, and not become lovesick.
As luck would have it, Ye Jinyuan hit a wall with her drawing because she lacked romantic experience. By a twist of fate, she signed an agreement with the aloof, scheming Qin Mozhou, asking him to play the gloomy male lead so she could get a feel for the role and finish her comic.
In real life, he made her heart race, but before they could meet in person, she turned around and said goodbye to her online boyfriend, telling him the next girl would be more obedient.
On the night her confession was accepted, she nestled in Qin Mozhou's arms and laughed. A warm breath brushed her nape, and his sinister voice, edged with a cold laugh, sounded by her ear: "Baby, are you sure you want to break up?"
She lifted her eyes slightly and met the smiling corners of Qin Mozhou's eyes. In those eyes that had once made her heart flutter, a beast seemed to have broken loose. Thick, possessive desire surged within them, just like the "gloomy crawler" she knew so well.
Ye Jinyuan: "..."
Oh my God! I was just here for the gossip, and now I've stumbled into a spectacular train wreck. Is it too late to deny everything?
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Qin Mozhou was a legend on campus.
He was handsome and pale, with a flawless figure, a refined and untouchable chosen one in everyone else's eyes.
In private, though, he was addicted to depravity, morally bankrupt, and harbored a bone-deep obsession with Ye Jinyuan, desperate to claim her as he pleased.
He used the Tree Hollow to test her boundaries with sinister messages and discover who she was. Secretly following and coveting her became routine. His gloomy need for control grew wildly in his blood and bones, turning him into a violent monster, while his repressed desires were crushed in the dead of night.
When Ye Jinyuan struggled to find material for her comic, he watched her like a predator, weaving a carefully plotted web of love. He finally shed his perfect facade, approached her under the pretext of working together, and signed a seemingly trivial agreement.
He hid his refined-scoundrel act beneath a veneer of tenderness. Every "coincidence" was a carefully calculated approach, and before long, Ye Jinyuan was gradually falling for him.
When she sent him a breakup message from her alternate account, he finally tore away his disguise without mercy.
Qin Mozhou locked her tightly in his arms and pinched her delicate chin with his slender fingertips. His gloomy, anguished voice held a sweet trace of obsession, as if dipped in poison: "Baby, don't even think about running away. You love me to your very bones. How can you say we're breaking up?"
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Basically:
#Funny, contrasting cutie vs. gloomy, twisted monster#
#He's so aloof, I must be the one who's not good enough for him#
#I'm shameless, scheming, and so dramatic. Baby, why won't you look at me?#
Note:
SC, they are each other's one and only. Jealousy king enters the scene, and identities can be exposed at any moment.
No real-world elements or real-life people. Don't read it as being about anyone in particular. Many elements are fictionalized.
Psychology knowledge is from Baidu Encyclopedia.
[Archived 2025/9/21]
Theme: Stop wasting energy on pointless angst. Stay positive and don't fear the future.
