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Wen Ling has had a stutter since she was a child. She got used to being silent and never thought of changing. Every time she was pointed at and scolded, she would just get red-rimmed eyes and remain cowardly silent, knowing that if she spoke, it would only invite more scornful laughter from her opponents.

That is, until that man voluntarily offered to correct her stutter; Wen Ling's "nightmare" began. In a deserted corner, he held her in his arms, his slender fingers meticulously tracing her cherry lips, teaching her with extreme patience, word by word: "Baby, Shang Chen is my boyfriend. Read this sentence completely and fluently."

Because of her nervousness, her stutter worsened: "Shang Shang Shang Shang Shang Shang Shang Chen, is... is my woah..." Unable to wait, the rest of her words were swallowed by the man. As her consciousness blurred, Wen Ling heard him say: "This kiss ends when you can say this sentence completely." "...Shang Chen, you scoundrel."

The first time they met was in his dorm room. Wen Ling wore a plain white dress, her shoulder-length hair casually gathered with a fuzzy claw clip, a few mischievous strands peeking out and swaying in the breeze. Shang Chen felt as if those strands swayed right into his heart. He heard his new roommate call her "older sister": "Everything's almost done, let's go, time to tidy your dorm." Shang Chen's eyes darkened. So, they were from the same school.

Later, when his new roommate video-called his sister, Shang Chen would always come out of the bathroom after showering, then inadvertently expose his perfect eight-pack abs in front of the camera. Wen Ling's face was always flushed. One day, he deliberately walked past again, and Shang Chen heard Wen Ling, speaking very slowly and softly, complain to her brother: "You were right, he really is a 'strong guy'. I'm definitely not going to be with someone like him in the future."

...The memory ends.

Wen Ling was already shedding tears in his arms, the corners of her eyes red. Shang Chen smiled, wiping the smudged lipstick from her lips: "Baby, my memory isn't good. Who was it you swore you wouldn't be with back then?" Wen Ling felt like crying but couldn't. If only she had known he was so petty and held grudges, she wouldn't have boasted so brazenly back then.

Pure, innocent little stutterer x Scheming, dark-bellied, strong guy.