Irene, an extremely optimist, really didn't want to be a mistress, but the situation worsened. She met a rich and handsome man, and she thought it was a true love, but who knew it was fake. After the mistress, she became a mistress again. How could this make Irene feel so embarrassed? When shyness transforms into youthful unrestrained desire, and fear grows into throbbing and passion in her chest, how should she choose when faced with the person she loves again and again but is not her lover? In fact, you have to know that the most despicable thing is emotion, and the coldest thing is human heart.