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Speechless, he wandered through this place. His past was all an illusion; he knew neither where he came from nor what his name was. Everyone around him looked at him with ambiguous expressions and called him "Young Master Wuyan."
Only then did he learn who he was: the personal companion of the master of this palace.
Even with his memories gone, he still refused to believe he would willingly sink so low as to sell himself for his looks.
Through the drifting mist, he looked up and saw a woman in red, brilliant as flame.
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Pei Yanhui had known Xie Yungui since childhood, and what she hated most was his lofty, arrogant air, as if no one else could measure up to him.
Now that he had fallen into her hands, she was going to make him suffer before she could vent all the resentment she had built up over more than a decade.
She lightly traced his still-sleeping face with her fingers, and an idea came to her.
He had spent his whole life acting so superior. She would drag him into the mud and stain his white robes. Everything about him irritated her from head to toe. Only his face was pleasing enough to her eyes.
But first, just wait...
Yanhui jolted awake from her dream. Seeing that face drawing closer, she was so startled she bit her tongue. "What are you doing?"
Wuyan lowered his head and gently caressed her brow and eyes, smiling as he murmured, "The wind and rain are cold tonight. I came to warm the princess's bed..."
His lips warmed hers, and the rest of his words vanished between their lips.
PS: This is a light comedy, with a heroine who thinks she's a villain but is actually rather clueless, paired with a two-faced hero who's a white-skinned, black-hearted type. A comeback work.
Original blurb:
The moment Wuyan woke, a woman in red was sitting beside him. She told him, "Your name is Wuyan, and you're my personal guard..."
The smile at her lips suddenly deepened. Her red-painted fingertip lightly touched his lips. She leaned closer, fragrant and alluring, and pressed her lips near his. "And you're also the one who shares my bed."
"You were injured saving me. Don't worry. I'll help you slowly recover the memories you've lost."
"My name is Zhiyi, and you chose Wuyan as your own name. Wuyan knows my heart. See? Even our names are a perfect match."
Wuyan didn't believe his name was really Wuyan, but from the moment he opened his eyes, he had lost all his memories, including his name. He watched without showing his thoughts as the woman removed her hairpin and her long black hair cascaded down...
Yanhui had known Xie Yungui since childhood, and what she hated most was his princely air, his disdain for everyone, and his lofty arrogance.
Unfortunately, even after losing his memory, he still acted just like the man he'd always been. Even the way he looked at her was unchanged, full of contempt. Just looking at him was enough to make her eyes ache.
She had been kind enough to save him, and this was the thanks she got? Fine, then. He could stain his white robes and sink into the mire.
If he hated her so much, why not make him her personal companion, forcing him to serve others with his looks? How amusing would his expression be when his memories returned and he learned the truth?
Theme: Face life with composure
