There's a Beauty in My Closet

Tang Wenxin, the eldest young lady of the Tang family of Lincheng, was a celebrated socialite and a paragon of refinement in high society.

She was elegant and composed, noble and aloof, and had never once put a foot wrong.

Until one day, during a charity performance, a desperate criminal stormed backstage and held a knife to her throat, snarling, "Don't make a sound!"

Outside the door, bodyguards called out to her. Beside her lay a stun gun disguised as perfume. Tang Wenxin stared at a bloodstained strand of blonde hair dangling behind her. On a whim, as if possessed, she said:

"Don't be like that. I'm scared of pain."

Unexpectedly, the pressure against her throat eased, and the woman's voice softened. "Help me hide, and I won't hurt you."

But backstage was empty, with nowhere to hide.

Tang Wenxin watched the blonde beauty grow anxious, amusement filling her eyes. "What should we do, then?"

"Why don't you hide under my skirt?"

The beauty's ears turned red, and she bashfully avoided Tang Wenxin's gaze.

From then on, the well-behaved young lady secretly kept a beauty in her bedroom.

She did whatever she pleased, using both hands and lips, just to watch the beauty's round shoulders turn a delicate pink as they were exposed to the air.

"Wenxin?"

A knock sounded at the bedroom door. She coaxed the woman into the wardrobe, then made sure to threaten her before leaving. "Be good and hide, okay~"

"If you're found, they'll take you back, you know~"

Theme: Love is freedom, not a cage