His Heart Is the Hardest to Win

★ A boy has a crush on a girl | A boy's subtle, unconventional secret love |

[1]

Wen Zhao came from a family of scholars and had been taught from childhood to follow the rules. Her cool, aloof air made countless people keep their distance, afraid to profane her.

But in high school, Wen Zhao always felt she had an unknown "snail girl" by her side.

The blackboard she forgot to clean on her assigned duty was spotless the next day.

Her perfect-score exam paper, torn to pieces out of jealousy, had been carefully put back together.

The hooligan who, furious after being rejected, threatened to corner her in an alley never showed up in front of her again.

There were countless similar incidents.

But that person was good at hiding, and Wen Zhao never caught sight of him.

Only on the eve of graduation, when a power outage plunged the classroom into chaos, did someone give Wen Zhao a very gentle hug.

When the lights came back on, only a clean, crisp scent lingered in the air.

[2]

Even after entering university, Wen Zhao was still adored by everyone.

Yet there was one person who was always at odds with her.

His name was Qi Zhuo. To everyone, he was a favored son of heaven: dazzling, carefree, and bold.

When they first met, he helped someone perform CPR. Out of caution, Wen Zhao questioned him.

The boy replied in a languid, insolent tone, "Is there some other procedure you need me to follow?"

"Do I get paid?"

At a basketball game, Wen Zhao softened her voice and begged Qi Zhuo to go easy on them for the department's sake.

The boy fixed his ink-black eyes on her, smiled, and agreed: "Sure."

But once the game started, he still crushed them completely.

Wen Zhao couldn't make sense of it: what on earth had she done to offend this young master?

[3]

It wasn't until one day that everything finally became clear.

After mistakenly believing Wen Zhao had someone else in her heart, all of Qi Zhuo's pretenses fell apart.

In a private room, shifting light and shadow blurred and sliced through the air.

In full view of everyone, Qi Zhuo pulled her into his arms.

His black lashes lowered, all his pride gone. He begged her gently, "Could you look only at me?"

Next book: A Hot Kiss on a Lazy Sunday. Please add it to your reading list~

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One-line premise:

[After finding out my boyfriend cheated, I decided to seduce his twin brother.]

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Everyone in Beicheng's upper crust knew the Jin family had twin sons.

They looked almost identical, but their temperaments were worlds apart: one was steady and aloof, the other outrageously flirtatious.

Chu Ying happened to be involved with both of them. The reserved one was her boyfriend, and the wild one was her nemesis.

After learning that her boyfriend in name only had cheated, Chu Ying hadn't yet had a chance to break up with him when she stumbled upon a shocking "juicy secret."

To go abroad and care for his terminally ill white moonlight, who was disliked by his parents, the Jin family's eldest son had gone so far as to pull a "cat for a prince" switch with his younger brother.

He was relying on their nearly identical faces to fool everyone.

It was as if he thought his official girlfriend was a brainless fool he could deceive.

So they wanted to play "role-playing" games? Fine, she'd play along to the very end.

There had been no shortage of stories about brothers turning against each other since ancient times.

Why turn away two willing test subjects?

Chu Ying didn't think her nemesis, Jin Xihuai, had any interest in her, and she had never planned to let their act become real.

But only later did she realize just how wrong she was.

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Scene One:

The two-month deadline she had agreed on with his older brother was approaching.

Jin Xihuai laid a sapphire-blue tie over Chu Ying's eyes. Its smooth, soft fabric covered the eyes he had longed for day and night, the eyes that haunted his dreams.

Chu Ying hooked an arm around him and pulled him down. They were like two stranded fish, breathless, sharing air, clinging to each other in a desperate kiss.

Surrender, taboo, chaos, disorientation.

This kiss felt stolen.

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#However she wants to play, I'll play along#

Theme: Make yourself the best you can be, so she can see you