Let Me Go? The Chaste Heir of the Capital Has Me in the Palm of His Hand

Mu Yunqian lived with her mother as a guest in the Gu household. The very first time they met, the young heir of the capital's elite circle had his way with her.

"Don't think I'll fall in love with you. In my eyes, you're nothing but a tool!"

Mu Yunqian endured it without complaint. If you treat me like a tool, then I'll treat you like air!

Good fortune came her way one thing after another. First, a gentle and considerate classmate checked in on her and offered comfort. Then a powerful, domineering CEO stood up for her.

Mu Yunqian's life suddenly went into overdrive.

But one man came to regret it. Every night, in the middle of the night, he would run to her room and stay until morning.

"Strange, why does the air tonight smell entirely of male hormones?"

A certain man clung to her with a pitiful look, begging for affection. "Honey, please look at me."