Classmate Gu Yang

Ever since I was little, I did whatever my brother told me to do. A newly arrived poor scholarship student had stolen his spotlight, so my brother told me to teach him a lesson. Like the loyal little lackey I was, I nodded and agreed. The poor student had anorexia, so I deliberately pushed a bowl piled high with meat in front of him and forced him, “Eat it!” The poor student was terribly afraid of the cold, so in the dead of winter, I ordered him to warm my hands and chilled him to the bone on purpose. I even barged into his room. Knowing full well he was a clean freak, I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face in his chest. Then I asked viciously, “Well? Disgusted out of your mind, aren’t you?” Who knew a stream of floating comments would suddenly flash before my eyes? [You idiot villainess, you’re bullying the wrong person! The guy in front of you is the True Prince of the Beijing Circle-and your future adoptive brother.] [But it’s fine. With those pathetic little tricks of yours, you’ve already got him completely hooked.] The next second, the poor student slowly turned his head, his face flushed red. “Thank you. I… really liked it.”