Outwardly cool but inwardly a furnace, our little housekeeper plays the innocent, yet possesses a fiercely possessive heart, a clever mind that hints at wicked delights, and a hidden, smoldering charm that promises forbidden pleasures. She’s devoted like a loyal dog, but with a possessive edge, to her mistress, a photographer with her secrets.
On the other side, our supermodel exudes a warm allure, but beneath her serene surface churns a tightly leashed desire, a true sensuality that could shatter her control and ignite into something intensely passionate, perhaps even a touch in the most thrilling way. She has the captivating skill of a master angler, casting a subtle, irresistible lure that promises more than just friendship.
Pei Lingchu always saw Fu Chi as her younger sister, a safe and innocent presence.
But in the secret depths of her heart, Fu Chi’s affection for her older sister blossomed into a clandestine love, a yearning that whispered of stolen touches and hidden glances.
After almost ten years of a charged absence, Pei Lingchu returned home to find Fu Chi stepping into the role of the next family housekeeper—a position that held more intimate access than she could imagine.
A housekeeper, in essence, is someone who manages the smooth running of a household. But in the Pei household, it meant being intimately involved in the heir’s life.
And Pei Lingchu was the next in line to inherit the Pei empire.
One night, amidst the haze of alcohol and loosened inhibitions, a forbidden line was crossed between them.
Fu Chi licked her lower lip, her voice laced with a deceptive sweetness: “Providing special services is a housekeeper’s duty.”
Pei Lingchu nodded stiffly, her gaze fixed anywhere but on Fu Chi’s knowing eyes, and said with forced composure,
“Xiao Chi, that… that won’t happen again. Last night… it was my fault.”
A dangerous glint darkened Fu Chi’s eyes, yet she murmured, her voice low and husky, “There could be a next time.”
…
Later, in a calculated act of desperation, Fu Chi feigned a high fever, her body rejecting any touch but one, landing herself in the hospital—all to lure Pei Lingchu back into her orbit. Adding another twist to the game, upon her return to university, Fu Chi was rumored to have entangled herself with a girlfriend.
Losing her carefully constructed composure, Pei Lingchu confronted her, the unspoken tension thick in the air. “Why are you in a relationship?”
Fu Chi’s voice was a low, aching murmur as a wry smile touched her lips. “Didn’t you say my feelings for you were just the ‘suspension bridge effect’?”
“You told me to explore connections with others.”
“I obeyed.”
“Don’t leave me.”
Later, it was Fu Chi who walked away, leaving a void charged with unspoken desires.
Pei Lingchu, at ten, had taken in a waifish child.
The child was obedient and clung to her, those bright blue eyes always fixed on her with an unnerving intensity.
She thought she was merely nurturing a younger sister.
That day, our gazes locked across the expanse of the sky, a silent kiss exchanged through our eyes. The sky that day held the same clear, burning intensity as her gaze.」
When did this unspoken hunger begin? The future holds a tantalizing uncertainty.
