Deep-Seated Allergy

Before discovering Shen Yao's secret, Yang Fan had two identities.

1. His secretary. 2. His pretend wife.

Shen Yao was as pristine as frost and snow, with a sharp-edged air. Everyone agreed he was an untouchable beauty on a high peak.

The two met at the foot of a mountain after a car accident. He woke from unconsciousness and stared straight at Yang Fan with dark eyes.

His first words were, "You touched me?" His voice was low, carrying the customary sternness of someone in power.

Yang Fan came from an ordinary background and had never imagined that anything could come of her encounter with a young master from a world utterly unlike hers.

That day, torrential rain poured down. Along with the large black umbrella came a prenuptial agreement.

The eight-figure contract was an irresistible temptation to a college student looking for work, and she happily accepted.

She landed a job offer from a prestigious company and went from being single since birth to having a "husband."

Their contract marriage began, but gradually things started to feel off.

He disliked physical contact, yet the two of them began hugging all the time.

Once, right in front of her, he even unbuttoned his shirt without a care, revealing firm pecs and abs.

If she weren't just an insignificant passerby while he was heaven's favored son, Yang Fan would have suspected that his foxlike gaze was deliberately trying to seduce her.

Then, one time when she went home to visit her grandmother, they shared a bed. The next morning, she woke to find herself firmly trapped against his scorching chest.

Shen Yao's bright, black pupils glimmered with the characteristic green light of a snake. His gaze drifted from her long lashes to her full, rose-like lips.

His fingertips kneaded the back of her neck. His prominent Adam's apple bobbed several times, and his voice was low and magnetic. "You're awake."

Yang Fan had been through the gates of heaven and hell over and over.

"Boss, sorry. Next time, can we put a thick quilt between us?"

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The first anniversary of their marriage registration was also the day their contract ended.

Shen Yao carefully prepared a candlelit dinner, then got down on one knee, gazing at her with deep affection.

"Wife, marry me."

Yang Fan was so startled she pulled her hand back and fled...

The sun blazed outside, while the room was dim and hazy with desire.

Shen Yao carried her around, shifting her this way and that, and wouldn't let her close her eyes.

Red marks covered Yang Fan's fair neck. She really couldn't take any more and struggled to squeeze out a hoarse reply.

"I'm still so young. I don't want to step into the graveyard of marriage."

Shen Yao was nearly laughing with anger. He refused to let up, wearing her down and tempting her.

"You said you'd take responsibility for me. Now that you've had your fill, you want to pretend it never happened?"

Yang Fan... nearly turned beet red.

"Who had their fill of whom? Just because you're handsome, you think you can get away with anything!"

*This novel is also known as The Diary of Spoiling My Wife. It's a lighthearted, sweet, slow-burn slice-of-life story for fans of that style

*One-on-one, both leads are sexually inexperienced, happy ending. Dear readers, the character Fan in Yang Fan is pronounced in the second tone

*Aries: passionate, sincere, and **energetic

*Scorpio: proud, cunning, and **a formidable fighter

Related novel: [Evening Breeze, Fevered Nights]

"Shall I turn on the lights?"

"Better leave them off."

The next second, Xia Wanxing was swept up in a pair of strong arms.

The night was silver, shadows fell across the figures by the window, and her fair skin was like a mille-feuille cream cake, one layer after another.

Xia Wanxing looked forward to nights with Ji Chenfeng because she felt at ease.

She didn't have to worry about missing her boss's messages in the middle of the night. As his secretary, she needed to stay alert at all times.

So every time, she did her best to tire her boss out, in case his workaholic nature flared up and he woke her in the middle of the night to check documents.

But if she worked so hard, why was she still being woken up in the middle of the night...

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After that accident, Ji Chenfeng and his secretary developed a relationship that went beyond their many existing ties.

They weren't exactly lovers, just fulfilling each other's needs.

In her usual life, Xia Wanxing was stiff and dull, dressed in dark looks and black-rimmed glasses. She had worked for him for two years, and he never imagined she could be so different in private.

At night, her uncovered eyes looked straight at him, brighter than the stars, like a burning fire in the depths of an abyss.

Her soft, delicate voice whispered, "I want to sleep with you."

She was outstanding at her job and never asked him for anything, appearing only when he needed her. Ji Chenfeng's heart, which had never once beat for a woman, suddenly opened a new passage.

That day, he had just prepared a little black gift box when Xia Wanxing handed him her resignation letter.

Ji Chenfeng lifted his eyes to stare at her. His calm gaze was like a black-and-white TV with no signal. He deliberately added an extra zero to the check he handed her.

But she took it without hesitation and left him with just one sentence: "Boss, farewell forever."

#Two years later, they meet again. The proud, oversized snow tiger turns into a wronged plush toy: "Wanwan, you lied to me."

*Xia Wanxing: *calm as a still well* *hardworking, earnest, and honest*

*Ji Chenfeng: *arrogant and aloof* *convinced he's been cheated out of his money, body, and heart*

Theme: Love can become salvation in one's life