Nocturnal Pact: Her Rules of Taming

The man was named Lu Zhi'an, twenty-six years old, a caged bird she kept. The woman was Wei Lingshuang, thirty-eight, the most untouchable capitalist player in the city. Everyone said Lu Zhi'an was the kept pretty face by her side, but no one knew that in this relationship, he had long been drowning, barely able to catch his breath. He craved freedom, yet he also clung to that near-violent possessiveness. Just as he tried to test his place with an expensive gift, only to be met with Wei Lingshuang's dismissive "It doesn't suit you," his world began to crumble. That was the first time he dared give her a cold glare, and the first time Wei Lingshuang realized that the cat she'd kept had the nerve to scratch its owner.