Also known as (Fearmongering)
"Ling Ting, do you know how it feels to wake up and find the pillow beside me empty? You've been naughty. I need to punish you."
"I'll punish you by making you yearn for me all your life, consumed by desire and longing."
Ling Ting thought she must have been blessed by heaven to meet Ji Weiyan, a boyfriend so outstanding in both looks and talent, yet so humble and low-key.
He doted on her so much it practically overflowed. Luxury goods, fancy cars, villas: he gave her so much that she couldn't stop beaming.
Luckily, she'd won that chance wager back then. As the one tasked with winning someone over, Ling Ting had never once failed. She'd been nicknamed "the heartthrob" since childhood. Beautiful and sly, by the time she reached university, she'd blossomed into a ripe peach, a feast for the eyes.
On a snowy night,
Ling Ting crept out of Ji Weiyan's room, bent low and tiptoeing. Her clothes were thin, her moist lips red and swollen, and her naturally alluring eyes were now veiled in a haze of tears.
He'd been far too rough with her. She had to get away for a few days and lie low.
Just as the door was about to close, the man who should have been sleeping in bed reached out and grabbed it.
"Ling Ting, I let you win that bet, so you can't run away."
The door closed again, and her curvy figure was hauled right back inside with a thump.
"No, I don't want to! You weren't like this before, mm..." Her protest was cut off by his lips sealing hers once more.
Theme: Don't even think about running away, Ling Ting
