Everyone said that Murong Qin was as gentle as jade, modest and polite.
But only I know what kind of bloodthirsty heart he has underneath his gentle appearance.
He is murderous and crazy.
That day at my birthday party, in the dark room, his long and distinct fingers touched my slender neck.
His eyes were burning.
"Kiss me."
"Be good."
Intention: I have no control over my destiny
