Summary
After three years of trying to seduce Zhou Jin’an, I am still untouched.
He is a gentleman of upright character, disliking my chest for being too prominent, my waist too supple, and my eyes too alluring. He admires Ruan Suxin, the number one lady of the capital.
He rejected me coldly time and again, and I faced the challenge head-on every time.
The entire capital saw me as a laughingstock, mockingly calling me “Miss Hitting the South Wall.”
At last, I gave up on him.
With a twist of my slender waist, I fell into another broad and sturdy chest.
“Miss, what do you mean by this?”
Blushing, I replied:
“I’m done hitting the South Wall. I want to hit you instead.”
Perhaps my eyes were playing tricks on me, but the infamous Prison-Faced Rakshasa, who made everyone tremble at his name, actually seemed to blush at the tips of his ears.
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Later, Zhou Jin’an cornered me against the wall, his eyes red, and said word by word:
“Nan Qiang, I want to offer myself to you.”