In Qin Xuan's world, there has never been a word "soft-hearted" - she is a well-known domineering financial sponsor in the circle. When she leans against the Bentley door with a cigarette between her fingertips, even the wind has to follow the curve of her eyes.
Jiang Xianqing was the canary she picked up casually: her white shirt was always buttoned to the top, her eyelashes were like butterfly wings when she lowered her eyes, and even the fingertips holding the coffee were timid. Qin Xuan likes to tease her, such as holding her in his arms at a wine party, deliberately letting the cold diamond necklace rub against the back of her neck, and seeing the tips of her ears turn red but not daring to hide; such as locking her on the balcony of the bedroom late at night, throwing away his suit jacket, and saying with a smile, "Secretary Jiang, the wind tonight is just right for your tears."
She wanted Jiang Xianqing to have only her in his eyes, wanted him to panic and grab her cuffs when she pulled away, and even wanted him to still be unable to help but come over and kiss her fingertips even when hatred overflowed.
"Jiang Xianqing," Qin Xuan pinched her chin and brushed the corners of her lips with his red lips, "I want you to love me to the core, and I want you to hate me enough to dare to bite me - but remember, even if you bite your teeth, you have to swallow it here."
As for the canary trapped in her palm, the light hidden in her eyes when she lowered her eyes was no longer timid.
Intention: strong and independent