In high school, everyone knew Wen Ying liked Shen Que.
Shen Que was as bright and refined as the moon, with the kind of face that made every girl harbor improper thoughts about him.
His personality was simply too cold. No one had ever seen him smile at anyone.
After graduation, the two dated for half a year.
The most intimate thing they did during their relationship was hold hands.
Wen Ying felt he was too distant and that their relationship didn't feel like love, so she broke up with him.
He let go of all his pride, but in the end, he still couldn't make her stay.
Five years later, they meet again at a class reunion. Shen Que has gained a touch of nobility and arrogance since his youth, and seems even more untouchable.
When their classmates jokingly ask if the two of them might get back together, Shen Que says coolly, "Impossible."
His eyes hold a decisiveness and coldness Wen Ying has never seen before.
They tacitly treat each other like strangers.
Until one day, after a business dinner with drinks, Shen Que goes to see Wen Ying. His slightly tipsy eyes gaze at her with long-lost tenderness.
"Why did you break up with me back then?"
Wen Ying answers frankly: "You were too innocent. When I was with you, I couldn't feel that kind of... tension."
A few nights later, in the dark hallway on a rainy night, Shen Que pins her knee in place.
His gaze is blazing and possessive. His palm presses against her collarbone and slowly moves upward. His voice is muffled with restraint. "I felt sorry for you back then. I couldn't bear to touch you, and you said I was too innocent."
"You like it rough, is that it?" His burning breath brushes her neck. "Fine. I'll play along."
#FakeAsexualIceberg × TrueNaturedRadiantHeiress
#IntensePushAndPull
#InnocentBoyDrivenIntoBecomingASchemingPervert (not really)
Theme: Rekindled love
