The Fake Heiress at the Elite Academy

Ge Jinyan was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, blessed with a top-tier family and a brilliant mind. She was a beloved daughter of heaven.

She always treated people with grace and never went out of her way to make things difficult for anyone.

But with a boy she'd known for less than an afternoon, she let down her guard and even started acting out like a spoiled brat.

The boy's skin was nearly translucent, his clear, light eyes reflecting her image. He lowered his gaze quietly, with a gentle warmth that seemed to embrace everything.

There it was again, that wretched feeling of closeness that made her want to draw near.

2.

A pitch-black room.

With only a door between them and a heated argument on the other side, she tipped her head back, hooked an arm around his neck, entwined their fingers, and kissed him in the silence.

It could hardly be called a kiss. It was violent and biting, the taste of blood spreading between their lips.

She seized his soul, determined to drag him down with her into an endless abyss.

Gu Zhiheng struggled to pull away, gently turning his face aside. He covered the back of her head with his hand and tucked her against his neck, waiting for her to calm down.

He wanted to speak, but his breathing was ragged and his throat burned. He didn't dare open his mouth.

His heart was pounding like mad.

3.

Years later, when they met again, he was polite and distant, smiling without warmth as he called her "Big Sister."

For one brief moment, she almost thought the past had been nothing but a fleeting illusion, a dream. Otherwise, how could he call her "Big Sister" so coldly now, like a familiar stranger?

By chance, she spotted the alcohol and sleeping pills on his bedroom table. Ge Jinyan asked him, shocked.

"I can't sleep. Mixing these lets me get some rest, but even then, I keep waking up and falling asleep again."

"I have a lot of dreams. Sometimes I dream about you, sometimes I don't. Most of the time, all you leave me in my dreams is your retreating back."

His voice was low and soft, nearly blending into the night. His gentle, unhurried tone made it sound as though he were telling someone else's story, without joy or sorrow.

She had never been on guard around him. He suddenly seized her wrist and pulled her into his arms, holding her captive. The scent of plums filled her nose, and his thin pajamas were warm from his body.

His clear, jade-like voice came muffled from above her head. "You wicked woman."

1. This story has a mountain of original worldbuilding. Don't overanalyze it.

2. At first, it's a virtuous and gentle immortal boy with his noble young lady. Later, it's the real young master and the fake heiress. The male lead protects her, and the female lead tempts him. Happy ending.

3. There will be a one-sided crush from a cousin with no blood relation. He's itching to make a move.

4. Check out my completed novels, He Gave Her White Roses and Transmigrating to Become the First Female Official.

If you're interested, little angels, please add it to your collection. Love you all!

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