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Cool, proud, aloof beauty, cool bottom x gentle, obedient, self-restrained, scheming seducer top
Shen Qiyue, born into a family of antique dealers, never imagined that one day she would develop unseemly feelings for a painting. A lifelong single with no experience of romance, she had thought she'd always be alone.
Until one day, the little ancient woman Yang Yunshang entered her life and left a vivid mark on her dull existence.
When her junior heard about it, her first reaction was, "No way, Senior Sister. You fell for a painting? Are you possessed or something?"
Shen Qiyue replied nonchalantly, "Maybe."
That night, Shen Qiyue said to the person sitting beside her and pouring her tea, "Could you call me by my name? I want to hear you say it."
Shen Qiyue never expected that she would one day drink herself into a stupor because a woman was breaking up with her.
Her junior sat across from Shen Qiyue, who was already thoroughly drunk, and asked, "You really broke up?"
"Mm. We broke up."
"Why?"
Shen Qiyue gave a bitter smile. "She said she isn't my possession, that she has two hands and two feet and can support herself. That's complete bullshit. How is someone over twelve hundred years old supposed to live in the modern world?"
Her junior was taken aback. She never expected someone so refined, composed, and calm to swear like that one day.
Her junior asked tentatively, "You're really going to leave her alone? What if something happens? Can you bear it?"
Shen Qiyue thought for a few seconds, then picked up the coat beside her and left.
"Where are you going?"
"To find someone."
Shen Qiyue found Yang Yunshang on the street. When their eyes met, Yang Yunshang's eyes were bloodshot and badly swollen. At that moment, Shen Qiyue gave in. Why keep sulking? In the end, she was the one whose heart was breaking.
Shen Qiyue took Yang Yunshang by the hand and led her home. Yang Yunshang followed obediently without resisting.
As soon as they entered the room, Yang Yunshang turned around and pinned Shen Qiyue against the door, restraining both her hands above her head. Her voice was low. "Don't move. You have to be punished for what you did wrong."
Theme: My fate is mine to control
