Zhou Tian fell in love with Wen Mingzhi at first sight. Under the dim and mesmerizing lights, Wen Mingzhi sat in the booth wearing a black slip dress, her long, straight black hair cascading down, adding a touch of sensuality. Her slender fingers held a cigarette, distinct and bony, while her other hand cradled a glass. Through the swirling smoke, her eyes slowly lifted, cool and enchanting. With that one breathtaking glance, Zhou Tian was instantly captivated. Just as Zhou Tian was about to ask for her contact information, the beauty pulled her into an embrace, borrowing her help to mark her during her heat cycle. From that day on, Zhou Tian pursued Wen Mingzhi relentlessly. Even though there was a vast difference in their status, even though Wen Mingzhi was sometimes warm and sometimes cold-kind and sweet when she needed her, then casting her aside when she didn't-Zhou Tian was willing to be her tool for relieving heat cycles, accepting it all gladly. Until Wen Mingzhi's icy and harsh words shattered all her illusions. "Isn't this good? I'll support you. Our pheromones are well matched." "You're only an A-level alpha, an average singer. My future spouse will only be an S-level alpha, someone from my own social standing." "Zhou Tian, I'm going to have a fiancée." In that moment, Zhou Tian's heart finally broke. She broke up with Wen Mingzhi and disappeared from her world.

After a car accident, Yan He loses her memory. While flipping through a photo album, she sees a stunning woman-seductive yet tender in the pictures, her red lips like the most intoxicating sin. Just then, the door opens. Yan He looks up and drowns in a pair of deep, abyssal eyes. The woman throws herself at Yan He, tears glistening in her gaze. She says she's her fiancée. They were about to get married. Yan He stares into Lu Youqing's affectionate eyes, suppresses the unease in her heart, and believes her. After recovering, Yan He moves in with Lu Youqing. The woman seems to know all her habits and quirks, indulging her every whim, loving her unconditionally. But she won't let Yan He leave her sight. Won't let her talk to anyone else. Clings to her tightly in bed every night, whispering Yan He's name in shy desperation, begging her never to leave. Yan He's heart slowly melts. She dismisses her earlier doubts, blaming them on oversensitivity, and surrenders to Lu Youqing's love. Then, one night, a dream brings back all her memories. The truth unravels. Lu Youqing lied. The gentle, devoted wife was never real-just a carefully crafted act. She trapped Yan He, severed all her social ties, controlled her every move. Yan He withdraws all her love and escapes without looking back. ---------------