Chapter 1

Chapter 1

It didn’t take me long to accept the fact that Zhuang Jinyu really was inside the doll.

After all, no one else could possibly imitate that incredibly arrogant Young Master attitude.

“Why is this room so small and cramped? Did you lock me in a closet?”

I lowered my head in guilt.

I was truly sorry, but this Studio was actually the largest room in my house.

For the past five years, I had been like a stalker, constantly collecting photos of the Young Master and watching him from the shadows.

Paralyzed by my own inferiority complex, I never dared to show my face in front of Zhuang Jinyu.

Instead, I spent my private hours carving dolls.

Every single doll had the same face.

Zhuang Jinyu’s face.

I started carving them the day I fell in love with him. Now, five years later, the dolls filled the entire Studio.

This was the biggest secret of my mediocre life.

It was a dark obsession I intended to take to my grave, something I could never let an outsider see.

But life is full of unexpected turning points.

Like right now.

The very person I had been pining over, Zhuang Jinyu, had somehow possessed one of my dolls.

My shameful secret was exposed in the most absurd way possible-right under the nose of the person involved.

I lowered my head further in shame, wishing I could just faint and die.

Zhuang Jinyu moved his limbs again, only to realize he was wrapped in nothing but a piece of white cloth that barely covered anything. Underneath, he was completely bare.

“Are you a pervert?” He glared at me in disbelief. “You even stripped off all my clothes?!”

I waved my hands frantically, stammering out an explanation.

“No, no! I didn’t take your clothes off-I mean, what I’m trying to say is…”

This wasn’t even his body.

However, Zhuang Jinyu clearly hadn’t realized that yet.

Having suddenly woken up in a messy, cramped space smaller than his walk-in closet, draped in nothing but a piece of cheap white cloth, Zhuang Jinyu was visibly irritable.

“‘No’? ‘I didn’t’? Didn’t what? You’re not a pervert?”

He pointed angrily at the dolls filling the room. “Say that again while looking at these!”

“I’m… I’m sorry,” I didn’t dare argue anymore and could only keep apologizing. “I’m so sorry for offending you.”

Zhuang Jinyu let out a cold snort, clearly intending to continue venting his mountain of grievances.

But seeing me hanging my head pitifully, looking like a miserable wreck about to be bullied into tears, he gave an impatient “tsk” and ultimately didn’t say anything more.

That tsundere, soft-hearted nature of his hadn’t changed at all.

It was the kind of look that made one want to do something bad to him.

Ah.

Wanting to do something bad to the Young Master is really just human nature.