When she saw him for the first time, on the night of the full moon, he was the wild wolf and plundered her beauty at no allowance. When she met him again, he was the Duke of the United Kingdom. "From now on, when I stand you cannot sit, when I lie down you must sit on me and move yourself!" "No revealing clothing, no contact with any other male except me......" "......" All of the rules restricted her freedom. And at last, she couldn’t stand him any longer, she shouted： "Stop, Duke! I’ve had enough with this!" "You want me to stop? Sweetie, if you stay with me, you only can let me ‘do not stop’......" Damn it, she‘s had the bad luck of her life to mess with the wolfish Duke ......"