The boldest thing Wen Shiqing had ever done in her life was secretly love Xie Yucheng. That wild and untamable youth was the beautiful chaos of her adolescence. He had made her cry, and he had also held her fiercely in his arms on a rainy night, kissing her lips and choking out, “Nannan, don’t torture me anymore.”
When their passion deepened, she softly begged him to let her go, but the man nibbled her earlobe and chuckled lowly, “Give me a kiss, and I’ll let you go.”
She believed him.
It wasn’t until she heard the soft sound of a belt unbuckling in the darkness that she realized once she provoked this wolf, she would never be able to escape.
