Note: Male Lead- Ml Original Tyeong Yi- OTY

I now lay in the arms of my (fake) beloved Xiao Muo. He held me ever so gently as my arms were like a tight hoop that trapped his abdomen closer to me. At the same time my makeup filled cheek caressed him with much vigour. I hummed in satisfaction as I concluded that he considers me as one of those obsessed women who tries to get his attention. In the end the Ml will feel discontented with my scheme and chase me away. I was so engulfed with the thought that I even giggled.

However, as I looked up and saw his piercing gaze, it held no scorn whatsoever but rather it held amusement. His radiant smile enthralled me to the point where the more I peered the more it seemed as if his smile held more meaning. I don't know if my face expression was shaped in such a way that it was laughable but, all of a sudden the prince erupted in a fit a laughter. Despite that, he held onto me like death while slowly pacing himself forward along the grey carpet.

"Was I so attractive that you couldn't keep your eyes off of me?" he questioned with a smug look on his face. My heart unexpectedly thumped at his childish remark that I all I could do to respond was reveal my heavily pink dyed cheeks. Dammit! He was supposed to revolt me! Now it seems as though his interest is slowly stretching towards me. THIS IS BAD! THIS IS REALLY BAD! If I don't work some ingenious plan now the whole plot is going to change!

In order to get my desired goal I need to stick with this rude and obsessive facade and switch only if he gets too interested. I didn't think I would have to do this so early in the plot but that shitty ml made me change my whole plan. I gritted my teeth in frustration while contemplating my next plan. 

I was too engrossed in my plan that I fail to notice his movements came to a halt. The grey carpet that adorned the floor ultimately came to an end as ml stood in front a golden door. What? Where are we? Why the frick are we here? With those thoughts in my mind I couldn't help but shift my thoughts into a darker direction.

I absent mindedly scrunched my face and opened my mouth in horror of the endless possibilities. Holy Crap! Is this one of those R-rated scenes? Is he going to **** me? My mind was in such a chaotic state that I considered the idea of a kiss plausible. The quick plan seemed so brilliant at the time, that i had a bit of confidence that the plan may work. He would then be appalled by the many combinations of cosmetics that engolfs my body and then the best part, throw me on the floor. Oh~ that sweet, sweet grey carpet is calling my name!

As he slowly turned the knob of the golden door I held onto to the prince with much more strength than before and kissed him without hesitation. Somehow, a simple peck on the lip turned into an intense French kiss. The Hell! The Frick! Why is the stupid prince not flinging me across the hall right now? Why is he always persistent? Why does he always trifle my plans?

I have to do something quick before this really turn into an R-rated scene!