Entangled

Since childhood, I had been raised to meet the standards of becoming Yan Qin’s fiancée. Our parents arranged for me to transfer from a private aristocratic school to the high school Yan Qin attended. Everyone at school knew what kind of person Yan Qin was-proud, aloof, and someone who had never liked having everything arranged for him. My arrival was more like an intrusion into his existing high school life. They all thought Yan Qin would hate me. The lively girl who sat in front of him seemed much more like the one Yan Qin should break free of his family’s shackles for-the one he would choose to be with, the one who truly suited him. But what they did not know was- On my very first day after transferring in, Yan Qin had already trapped me in his arms. With his long fingers, he gently kneaded my earlobe and called me, “My little fiancée.”