[A carefree, scummy younger woman who wants sex, not feelings x a gloomy, handsome widower whose heart has already been tamed.]
Liang Li has been really annoyed lately.
She was born into a wealthy family and doted on by her parents. Even her studies had always gone smoothly, and she'd never had anything to complain about. The one exception was a man she couldn't seem to win over, no matter how hard she tried.
He had an aloof, snowlike elegance and an exceptionally striking face. She'd pursued him enthusiastically for six months, but he remained stubbornly old-fashioned, like a chaste, virtuous husband.
Liang Li decided she still needed to polish her skills, so she planned to practice with a few male models before trying again to woo this untouchable beauty.
But when she saw him again, his eyes were red-rimmed. He pulled her into his arms and let out a broken sob. "Master, I've missed you so much."
Liang Li was dumbfounded.
A few days apart, and who had turned her dream man into this?
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In the seventh year of their marriage, Liang Li died in a car accident.
This woman had peculiar tastes. She had taken him by force and humiliated him in every way, often threatening his parents and forcing him to endure it all in silence. After Shen Songsong laid his beloved to rest, he didn't know why, but he held her three-year-old child and wept until he could barely breathe.
For the long twenty years that followed, he lived like a walking corpse, guarding the vast Liang family estate for Liang Li and forcing himself to carry on. Once the child graduated from university, he finally closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, he saw Liang Li in a bar, smoking as she watched the man dancing onstage, staring so intently her eyes were practically glued to him.
Shen Songsong: "..."
As he watched her, his eyes reddened. He thought: Maybe I should just strangle her.
Then she wouldn't go out chasing wild flowers and stay away from home.
"I chased your shadow forward, step by step, like a thread pulling me along a scavenger's path, caught in my throat, an itch that comes and goes." -- Eason Chan, "□□"
Female lead is not a virgin; male lead is.
Theme: Better cherish the person right in front of you.