Chapter 12

Chapter 12

I first met Zhuang Jinyu at a University Performance.

Because I could never say no to anyone, I had been assigned a mountain of grunt work. While the stars of the show were radiant on stage, I was backstage, covered in dust and hauling heavy props.

As fate would have it, I was clumsy and overwhelmed. A prop pinned me down, and I fell in a pathetic heap right in front of Zhuang Jinyu as he was passing by.

There were many people nearby.

Some pitied me and wanted to lend a hand; others mocked me, saying my methods for getting attention were low-class.

The gazes projecting from all directions felt like steel knives stabbing into me, making me tremble with pain.

Only the haughty Young Master didn’t spare me a single glance. He walked straight past my pathetic self without looking back.

His tone was impatient. “Is the Student Council not busy enough? You have time to waste here?”

And just like that, those uncomfortable stares instantly shifted from me to Zhuang Jinyu.

Everyone thought Zhuang Jinyu was arrogant and cold.

They thought he lacked compassion and looked down on ordinary people.

But in my eyes, the beautiful Young Master Zhuang was a deity-sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, possessing true mercy.

He was kinder than those superficial people on stage, kinder than those who feigned sympathy just to show off their own benevolence, and kinder than everyone else in this world combined.

If there truly was a brilliant, shining protagonist in this world…

That person had to be Zhuang Jinyu.

It could only be Zhuang Jinyu.

…

And now, this “protagonist”-whom I had personally placed on a pedestal and worshipped in my heart for five years-was lying beneath me, his clothes in disarray.

He had the expensive bedsheets gripped in his palms, bunching them up until their original appearance was unrecognizable.

Blindfolded, I sat astride his hips, my fingers tracing every inch of the body I had crafted with my own hands.

“I know I have a good body, but you can’t just…” Zhuang Jinyu gasped, biting the back of his hand in restraint. “There… touch the other side too.”

I would do my utmost to satisfy any request the Young Master had.

After being possessed by a living soul, the doll’s body felt more and more like living flesh. I even felt as though the skin beneath my palms had a temperature.

It was startlingly hot.

The Young Master whimpered as I touched him, but then he suddenly turned willful again.

“You made this doll’s body. It must be the physique you like. Maybe you just like the body; what does it have to do with me?”

As he spoke, he began to sound aggrieved.

But this body was modeled after his swimsuit photos; it was a perfect one-to-one recreation.

I shifted forward on his abdominal muscles, fumbling until I reached his ear, and spoke the truth shyly:

“Don’t say that. It has nothing to do with the body. Even if you weren’t inhabiting a doll, even if you were just a shapeless soul, I would still want to touch you like this.”

I loved his appearance, as noble and pure as the bright moon, but I also loved his core, which could never be shaken by the outside world.