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A seemingly docile and enthusiastic White Cut Black seductress, full of cunning schemes, versus a aloof and restrained tsundere gong.
On her drive home from work, Shen Zhao encountered a woman staging a car accident. Instead of money, the woman demanded Shen Zhao herself, insisting she was her wife.
The woman’s earnest tone and pitiful demeanor nearly convinced Shen Zhao, who had been single her entire life, to believe her.
To make matters worse, the woman was a “Three-No Personnel”—no surname, no given name, no address.
Left with no other choice, Shen Zhao took her home for the night. Little did she know, the woman would cling to her from then on… her person!
Shen Zhao had always believed herself to be naturally cold and incapable of love, dedicating her entire life to inanimate objects. Yet, one moment of weakness changed everything.
“Wife, give me a hug~”
“Wife, pay attention to me~”
“Wife, I can’t sleep without you. Stay with me!”
One step back led to another, until Shen Zhao found herself huddled at the edge of the bed. “Don’t push your luck! Lie still and don’t move!”
The girl, wearing Shen Zhao’s nightgown and still damp with the fragrant scent of her bath, nestled into her arms, whispering softly in her ear, “Wife, we haven’t consummated our marriage yet.”
Lately, Shen Zhao had been having the same dream over and over.
In the dream, a young woman in yellow robes often accompanied a “Young Master,” their figures moving from majestic imperial palaces to vast desert plains. They gazed at each other, yet were never able to stay together.
In the end, the young woman was consumed by flames, while the “Young Master” perished on the battlefield.
At first, Shen Zhao found her annoying and intrusive, wishing she could discard her like worn-out shoes.
Later, at a crowded banquet where she was busy socializing, she returned to find her young wife surrounded by a group of people. Jealousy flared within her, and she casually asked, “What were you all talking about just now?”
When her wife replied, “They asked me what I was doing, and I told them I was waiting for my wife,” Shen Zhao’s expression remained unchanged, but her hand possessively pulled the woman into her arms. “Good girl,” she murmured.
Still later, Shen Zhao’s eyes reddened with jealousy as she pressed her, “Who is this person you love?”