She's Just Pretending to Be Good

[The manuscript will be revised before the official launch.]

Everyone in the industry knows that the newly popular starlet Ruan Shu is as pure and innocent as the driven snow in public, but smokes and drinks to her heart's content in private.

And yet she somehow managed to snag the young heir of the capital's elite, Lu Yucheng.

Some say Lu Yucheng must have been fooled. Once he sees Ruan Shu's true colors, he'll dump her without a second thought.

Then one day, a photo of Ruan Shu in a sexy camisole and ultra-short shorts back in middle school made the trending topics. She was staring coldly at a boy in front of her, who was crying until his face was flushed.

The boy was tall and slender. He bent his back slightly as he held Ruan Shu in his arms, with only his profile visible.

His bangs hung low, casting a shadow over the beauty mark beneath his eye, reddened from crying.

He looked helpless and pitiful.

The caption read: Pure and innocent beauty, seduced countless people in middle school, and dumped them without mercy.

Everyone was in an uproar, waiting for the boy in the photo to show up and confirm the rumors, so she could fall from her pedestal.

The young heir was speechless. Damn it, you dug up every last one of my heartbreaking memories, didn't you?

A friend called to ask about it.

"Lu Yucheng, that pretty boy is you, right?"

"I never knew you could cry so passionately."

"Hahaha, this is killing me. Didn't you seem so cool back then? Why were you crying with red eyes?"

"..."

"Why aren't you saying anything?" After waiting for Lu Yucheng to reply, the other person paused and asked.

"I'm busy."

Lu Yucheng casually ended the call and tossed his phone aside. He bent down and used his tongue to pry open Ruan Shu's tightly pursed red lips. His words came out muffled and aggrieved. "Ruan Ruan, they say I'm your pathetic lapdog."

"Aren't you?"

"I am." He chuckled softly and whispered in her ear, "So how many times will Ruan Ruan let me lick her tonight?"

Theme: Know my darkness, and grant me a spring morning