The Misty Hues of Victoria Harbour

If Chen Yujing had known that the person he casually rescued was a troublesome little vixen, he never would have rushed out into the rain that night.

He not only fed and pampered her, but in the end, she even took the chastity he had preserved for nearly thirty years.

The man sat deep in the sofa, leaning forward with his elbows braced on his knees. His muscles were taut beneath his suit trousers. With slender fingers, he slowly removed his gold-rimmed glasses.

Gently wiping the lenses as he lowered his head, he said earnestly, "Go on, tell me. What sin did I commit?"

Feng Xining lounged carelessly across the sofa, her white dress fluttering, her black hair glossy, and her smile utterly carefree.

Barefoot, she stepped on the man sitting with his back to her, even giving him a couple of playful kicks. "The Buddha says it's easy to invite a god, but hard to send one away. You broke your vow of chastity, so you deserve to be punished."

Heroine: Shatters his impeccable facade and breaks through his rationality and pride

Hero: Covered in tattoos in his youth, but now he can barely take off his suit

Sharp-tongued, gloomy beauty (19) x Steady, rugged, old-school man (29)

Hong Kong style | Turn of the millennium | 10-year age gap | Neither lead is a good person in the conventional sense

Theme: Be a decent person