The first time Han Yu met Yang Xue, she pushed her into a lake.
Yang Xue was frail. After being rescued, she spent several days in the hospital and nearly died.
But the culprit reinvented herself as Yang Xue's savior, then used that favor to demand repayment, ordering her around as she pleased.
"Get up. Breakfast at the cafeteria is almost gone. I want wontons from the place in the northeast corner. No cilantro, extra vinegar."
"Doing laundry? Good. Wash mine too while you're at it."
"You've finished your homework, right? Do mine too. And make sure you imitate my handwriting."
Yang Xue swallowed her anger and silently put up with it.
Until one day, Han Yu acted intimately with a man, seemingly in a relationship with him.
"Han Yu, do you like that man?"
"Tell me you don't like him, hmm?"
Yang Xue lifted Han Yu's chin. Her slender fingers traced her crimson lips, her voice gentle even as her eyes turned cruel and cold.
Han Yu's hands were bound behind her back, yet she still looked relaxed and alluring.
Ah, so the woman who had seemed timid, insecure, and lifeless when they first met had become this twisted. What a delightful surprise.
