I was the child of a mistress, brought by my mother to live under the roof of a wealthy family. Like a lowly weed, I was trampled on by everyone.
So I loved to daydream.
The young master was noble and elegant, and looked at me with haughty disgust, as if I were a filthy beggar. The young cousin was unruly and took pleasure in bullying me. He called me a "bastard" and lashed me with a whip.
So in my dreams, I made the arrogant young master my dog and stepped on him, watching him expose his ugly side and lose control. I teased him carelessly, mocking and humiliating him as I pleased. I tied up the domineering young cousin, forbade him to see or hear, and whipped him with a belt and a riding crop until he broke down and begged for mercy through his tears.
Then, in real life, I could pass them by with perfect calm.
*
Later, I met the one fate had chosen for me.
He came from a poor family, worked hard to get ahead, ranked among the top students, and had a bright future ahead of him. By chance, he fell for me, and I accepted his advances.
I began a relationship, and my life gradually brightened, becoming radiant, peaceful, and happy.
I dreamed less and less, and stopped paying attention to my family.
But the young master and his cousin both went mad.
*
"Didn't you say I was your favorite dog?" The young master knelt at my feet, clutching the hem of my clothes. Through clenched teeth, he said, "Are you getting another dog? How did he seduce you? By being shameless and cheap?"
Like a lover fighting for favor, he was consumed by jealousy and had lost all his dignity.
"Can he let you hit him? Can he give you the reactions you like with nothing but pain?" The young cousin cornered me, his expression dark. "What do you see in him? Whatever he can do, I can do too. After playing with me like this, you can't just abandon me."
His eyes were fierce, yet weak tears fell from them.
"Every part of me, from my body to my heart, belongs to you," my boyfriend said, taking my hand with a sincere, shy smile. "I'm a blank sheet of paper. You can take up a paintbrush and draw on me. How about it? Whatever you want me to be, I'll be."
His cheeks burned as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his beautiful chest.
I thought I was dreaming. I never expected that they were dreaming about me, too.
★ A seemingly obedient, fragile heroine, full of vitality inside and fond of fanciful daydreams, VS male leads who are beautiful on the outside but hollow within, humble and desperate for love yet unable to attain it, and pathologically obsessed with romance
★ A reserved and restrained young master with intense desires, an unruly and uninhibited, beautiful young cousin, and a cool, pretty, gentle, well-behaved school heartthrob
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Theme: Love life and cherish the good things
