Synopsis
Chen Du only used the word sister when they were tangled together under the sheets.
He breathed against her neck, repeating it like a prayer, "I want you, sister, no one else but you."
Chen Jiashu lay there in the quiet aftermath, her mind still fuzzy, though she understood what he'd left out. What he actually wanted was just this—her body, nothing more.
She'd drawn him into her bed as a weapon against the stepmother who'd torn her world apart. What she hadn't meant to do was turn a docile boy into something hungry and wild.
