Song Yin had reached the age to marry, so her mother arranged for her to go to the capital and stay with her maternal uncle. But before her uncle could find a match for her, a fine marriage proposal landed right in her lap.
On their wedding night, Bai Hui angrily swept the embroidered mandarin-duck quilt onto the floor. Tears trembled in his eyes, and his beautiful face twisted in fury.
"You actually look down on me? I'm a respectable person. I can't do the sort of things they do in a brothel! What, disappointed? If you are, then get out!"
Song Yin thought, No one's ever treated me like this before. No matter how handsome he is, he can't act like that.
Fine, I'll leave!
A few days later, Bai Hui heard some gossip. Clutching his chest, he smashed vases and kicked over stools, railing, "I'll tear that vixen from the Brightmoon House to pieces! How did that idiot end up so bewitched by him?"
His outburst only made Song Yin avoid him even more.
When Bai Hui returned to his parents' home to ask for help, he even brought a gift to make amends. But the way he pouted and looked so unwilling was impossible to like.
Song Yin thought, I never acted like that when I gave him fine ink and brushes before. She opened the gift and was utterly shocked by what she found!
That very night, she sent it back. Seeing him cry so hard he could barely breathe and nearly fainted, she thought the matter was settled. The next day, however, he came up with a new way to deal with her.
Song Yin couldn't handle it anymore. She was just about ready to give in when trouble broke out on the northern frontier, leaving everyone on edge. Her mother-in-law offended the emperor at court, and their situation grew increasingly difficult.
After hearing the news, Bai Hui couldn't eat or sleep. His bright complexion faded, he spoke less, and his usual liveliness vanished.
Song Yin watched in silence, then secretly went to the capital behind everyone's back to take on the mess of the northern campaign. She hoped to earn the emperor's favor and make a name for herself.
The battlefield was treacherous, and rumors kept spreading that the kingdom was about to lose and its great general had died.
Bai Hui hated her for deceiving him, but he could no longer conceal the heart he had always been unwilling to bare.
Three years passed. The clash of blades and arrows had carved Song Yin, that block of wood, into someone perceptive and refined.
When she returned to the capital and received her title, Song Yin also asked for an official title for that lovely flower of hers. After years apart, her skills had far surpassed what they once were. Their bodies entwined, as if she meant to make up for all the time they'd lost.
Song Yin's gaze drifted over his flushed face. His eyes were so full of affection they seemed ready to drown her.
Bai Hui may be full of resentment, but his wife should cherish him.
[Cool on the outside, warm on the inside, face-conscious, action-oriented heroine x insecure, possessive, tsundere crybaby male lead]
1. Set in a slightly matriarchal world. Romance-focused, bittersweet and sweet, 1v1, both virgins.
Theme: A man who knows how to act cute is the luckiest of all~
