Be His Darling

When Xiao Cao wakes up, she finds herself tied to a bed, her hands and feet shackled. Surrounded by a group of men, the timid, meek Xiao Cao can only turn to the man seated in the middle for help. “What do they call you?” The man's gaze is icy, and his voice is frighteningly deep. “X-Xiao Cao.” Later, the man tells her, “Don't call yourself Xiao Cao anymore. Call yourself Hua'er.” “What kind of flower?” The man thinks seriously for a moment. “A gardenia.” “Why a gardenia?” “Because it suits you best. Take your husband's surname and call yourself Qiao Zhi.”