Cheng Jiashu got "hit" by an Aston Martin DBS.
Now's my chance! What am I waiting for?
He struck a pose as if he'd been "sent flying three meters and left at death's door." "You have to pay me back! Ow!"
The driver didn't seem angry at this clumsy attempt to stage an accident.
"You're faking an accident?"
There was a hint of genuine curiosity in those two words, a reaction completely unlike what you'd expect from someone being conned.
Cheng Jiashu froze.
He had imagined all kinds of reactions: flying into a rage, cursing him out, or pulling out cash without a word to make the problem go away. It never occurred to him that the other guy would be so direct.
And he was way too tall.
Looking up at him from the ground was downright despairing. His shadow fell over Cheng Jiashu, making him feel like a little kitten.
And to make matters worse, the guy had that kind of face. Chiseled, cold features, dark eyes glancing down at him, and an air of nobility that was almost absurd.
Damn, as if being rich weren't enough, he's handsome too.
"Yeah! I'm faking an accident!" Cheng Jiashu decided he might as well go all in.
That little stunt landed him the man of his dreams.
Refined, reserved, secretly flirtatious top with a dry sense of humor × tsundere, brazen cross-dressing bottom
Theme: Accepting your truest self
