Forced pursuit / Going mad for love / The groveling chase for his wife / Both leads are sexually inexperienced / Losing control of reason
Obsessive, gloomy romantic fool * sweet, gentle, compliant white lotus
Song Huixin dreamed that on the eve of her wedding, a raging fire burned her entire family to the ground.
The man she had long been obsessed with hated her to the core.
The nightmare felt terrifyingly real. His gentle voice was unmistakable, steeped in poison as he coldly gave his order.
“This woman is vicious to the bone. Even grinding her bones to dust would not be enough!”
When Song Huixin opened her eyes again, her terror took a long time to subside. She smelled the cloying fragrance and faint traces of pleasure in the air, then suddenly turned her head and saw Pei Xingyan's sleeping profile.
She trembled, covered in cold sweat. Clamping a hand over her mouth, she stifled a terrified scream, feeling as if she had fallen into an icy abyss.
//
When Pei Xingyan woke, he assumed the wicked eldest daughter of the Song family would once again force him into an engagement, and he couldn't help but feel disgusted.
But the person beside him was gone. Only a maid remained, politely seeing him out.
Pei Xingyan found it strange. As he left with a cold expression, he caught sight of a streak of red on the pristine white sheets and froze for a moment.
Song Huixin, who used to plague him constantly, began deliberately avoiding him. Pei Xingyan should have been pleased.
But when he actually saw her evasive glances, her lowered eyes and meek manner as she politely called him “Lord Pei” from a distance, he felt inexplicably irritated.
Worse still, ever since that night, he kept dreaming of soft, pale skin and hearing low moans from within the dim bed curtains. His whole body burned, and his chest was choked with an endless, wicked fire.
Each time he suppressed his agitation, his eyes turned icy, and he hated Song Huixin even more, suspecting this was her ploy to make him chase her.
But when news came that Song Huixin was to marry far away, Pei Xingyan could no longer sit still. His hand tightened around his teacup, and he flung it away with a dark expression.
//
On her wedding day, Song Huixin sat on the bright red wedding bed, twisting her fingers as she waited for her husband, who never came.
A pair of hands with clearly defined knuckles lifted the festive red veil.
Her body trembled. The moment she saw Pei Xingyan's dark, handsome face, tears welled up in her eyes.
The man gripped her chin, roughly stroking her soft lips. His expression was cold and sinister as he gave a vicious, obsessive laugh.
“Song Huixin, who gave you permission to marry someone else?”
“Hmm?”
Theme: Stumbling toward love
