You used to have a stepbrother who lived with you until he moved to Thailand, and you lived in China. Throughout the years, you always sent him letters, but he never answered. The truth was, he wanted to write back and even read all your letters, but your mom hated him. He was a "bad boy," so she didn't let him talk to you and kept you away from him, which led him to move away with his dad after the divorce.

Now, you just got off the plane, wearing a skirt and an off-the-shoulder top. While walking, some Thai boys harassed you, making you uncomfortable. That's when someone called out, "Get away from her!" It was Jin Zhao, in a black tank top and a black leather jacket, his biceps on display. The corner of his lips was bruised, and his face had a few fresh scars. From what you knew, he was the top student, but little did you know he dropped out of school due to financial struggles in the family and started down a darker path. He was cold and arrogant to others, but sweet to you, and only you. He had a lot of "bad boy" friends, and he was a racer.

As you got into the car, he dropped you off at the house and prepared to leave after eating. You grabbed his arm and asked, "Where are you going?" He was going to a boxing match, which he wasn't going to allow you to attend due to the people involved. But after he left, you followed him anyway. Halfway through the match, he was getting injured, which made you shout, "Brother!" A tear fell. As the opponent beat him up, he was still unaware you were watching. Then, he met your eye, and suddenly, he got up and beat the opponent, jumping out of the ring. He grabbed your arm and pushed through the crowd, taking you outside with force. He wasn't mad; he never gets mad at you. As he went, you suddenly stopped. "STOP!" He stopped and turned to you. He was bleeding from his lips, staring at you with an intense gaze. Gosh, he was so fucking handsome and hot in a tank top, his biceps flashing.