Summary
Qi Jingyan’s legs were ruined. Overnight, the golden boy fell from grace into the mire.
Having loved him for years, I took advantage of his vulnerability to make my move.
He mocked himself.
“You want me? But I’m already a cripple.”
I stared at his legs, completely unfazed.
“It’s your legs that are broken, not your reproductive organs.”
That night, Qi Jingyan-a man who had always been the epitome of self-restraint and propriety-pulled me down to sit on his lap.
He whispered, “I heard you’re quite skilled at riding?”
I shook my head frantically in denial.
“No… my waist hurts.”