The boy curled up barefoot in the snow, black hair draped over his blood-stained collarbone, his porcelain-white skin showing bluish-purple veins from the cold.
As if possessed, she bent down. He caught the hem of her sleeve, and his warm breath curled around her earlobe. "Big Sister... A Jin hurts."
Only later did she learn that those words were a hook lined with barbs.
By day, he leaned beneath the covered walkway in a fox-fur cloak, his pale fingers wrapped around a bowl of medicine as he coughed again and again, until the corners of his eyes turned red.
By night, he became clingy, laughing softly as he pressed his lips to her ear. "If you're tired, Big Sister... would you let A Jin be your soft pillow?"
He was only a day older than her, yet he called her Big Sister with aching tenderness.
He was a ruthless man, yet he insisted on playing the pitiful invalid, so frail he seemed on the verge of death. When he said he was in pain, a sheen of tears truly gathered in his eyes.
But the taut line of his waist, muscles straining beneath his skin, made her tremble. The veins winding beneath his cold, pale skin had an almost bewitching beauty.
As he held her in the scarlet brocade bedding, he still rubbed her ear with a wounded air. "Big Sister's waist is so soft... A Jin is melting."
Until one day, she casually mentioned that she wanted to see her old home.
The man who had been nuzzling into her neck and acting spoiled a moment earlier suddenly pinned her hand to the pillow. His eyes glistened, but his voice was icy. "You want to leave, Big Sister? Is it because you think A Jin isn't convincing enough when he pretends to be in pain, or... because you want to win that person's heart again?"
One-on-one, both pure, happy ending. A sickly beauty and a wolfish young man, with him scheming his way closer step by step.
Theme: A deranged, bewitching male lead
