Ohhh can you tell me about this scene under a spoiler? I haven’t read the novel but I’m very curious.
Maybe 2 of the scenes depending on how far the actors wanted to go, is my guess. I'd be very surprised if they did the daddy scene stuff because they kind of already skipped like the darling and the way little Jane acts more flamboyant gay. Also this series has drastically changed from the novel. I don't know what to expect anymore.
Isn't it interesting that little Jane is now trying to grab onto P' Jane's arm like his life line like so many times P'Jane grabbed onto Little Jane's 5 years ago. Cruel irony.
Ohhh can you tell me about this scene under a spoiler? I haven’t read the novel but I’m very curious.
Best word I can describe it "Erotic"
Half of the novel scene “How dare you say his name while I’m fucking you.” “You’re going to regret it.” I shrieked as he redoubled his efforts, hammering into me with such violence that the sound echoed through the room. The tip of his hardness struck my spark with every single thrust. I vibrated like a machine at full tilt, until even the heavy sculpture started to shake. Ecstasy gripped me from my hair down to my toes. I clawed at anything I could reach. I was completely undone. “Please… ah… P’Jane… I was wrong! Mmm… ah… ah!” I begged him repeatedly to stop torturing my mind, moaning as l was swept up to the heavens. Though my legs were trembling, I couldn’t stop craving him; I squeezed him tighter, goading him to 0ho claim me even harder. This was what “pleasurable torture” felt like. I was officially addicted. Finally, white heat exploded from me. I exhaled a long, shaky breath, my heart racing. P’Jane released right after me, but he wasn’t satisfied yet. He refused to let me go, stripping the rest of my clothes off until I was completely bare. Now, I was no different from the sculpture he had created. I sat on the table, legs dangling, as P’Jane forced my thighs wide apart. I turned my head away in shame as he narrowed his eyes, inspecting every detail of me as if l were a priceless work of art. He was likely the only person on earth who knew every mark on my body-every mole, every birthmark, every scar. He knew my body better than I did. My cheeks burned a deep, sunset red. Then, P’Jane’s tongue flicked against my opening. I cried out, trying to close my legs to-dull the sensation, but his strong hands held me pinned. He worked with masterfully practiced skill until I was shaking again. He looked up at me and issued a command: “Our next rule: Don’t you dare close your legs.”! He flashed a wicked smile. “Otherwise, you’re never leaving this room again.” “… ” “I want to taste you.””… ” “Indulge me.””… ” “Understand?” With my eyes squeezed shut, I nodded frantically. He used his tongue everywhere, and I moaned, feeling like I was being electrocuted. I wanted to fold inward, but I was locked in place. I could only bear down against his mouth and his flickering tongue.” P’Jane, please… daddy… it’s too much… it’s too much!” The onslaught was endless, until I was slick with him. Pre-cum leaked from me, drenching my skin, before his rough tongue moved to the front. He licked and teased me so slowly I thought I’d lose my mind. I gripped his dark hair, pulling him closer as I grew desperate. P’Jane took me into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he worked, laughing softly against me. He kissed the tip of my heat before taking it all in again, as if he absolutely adored me. By now, the table was a mess of us. He grabbed one of my feet and propped it up on the table for leverage. After worshiping me for a while longer, he stood to his full height. He used a single, powerful hand to circle my throat, and then he drove back inside. I gripped the edge of the table, gasping for air under the weight of his thrusts. “Good boy.” We collided in that position until I peaked again, the force of it staining his shirt. Only then did he loosen his grip. He hoisted me up into his arms; I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist and clung to him to keep from falling. In this position, my weight forced him even deeper. I moaned as he bounced me up and down. Our pendants-the key and the padlock-clattered against each other on our chests with every movement, sometimes tangling, sometimes breaking free. I buried my face in his shoulder, arms locked around his strong frame, tears of pure bliss pricking my eyes. He panted, whispering in my ear with a voice that was both sexy and commanding: “I’m going to bring the whole world to its knees beneath my feet.” “Hah… P’Jane… ah!” “When that happens, stay by my side, Jane.” “Ah… ah… it feels so good!” “We’ll go together.” “… ” “I’m never letting you go again.” “I’m almost… Daddy, please! Daddy!!”
I was a huge fan of Payback the manhwa when it 1st came out, I was reading every new chapter in release, and was absolutely obsessed. Ngl I was worried/excited when I heard about the Thai series was being made, because I didn't think it would be done justice, I'm so glad I was wrong, this series was absolutely epic!. I have never seen a better bl adoption of a manhwa in my life. (And I watched lot) All the Actors did it justice and really brought it to life beautifully.
My hands shook as I opened it and pulled out the paper inside. Hello, Jane. You’re probably surprised to see this letter, especially since it’s in Thai. But as you know, I’m proficient in both languages, and I believe my written Thai is just as good as my English. I wanted to convey this in the language you’d understand instantly. Whether you can read my handwriting is another story-they say smart people, like doctors, have terrible handwriting. I’m one of them. I suppose our brains think faster than our hands can move. As I write this, you are asleep. If you are reading this, you’ve realized by now that I drugged your drink with a sedative.
I’m sorry for that, and I’m sorry for leaving without saying goodbye. But l didn’t think I’d be strong enough to walk out of your life if you were awake. If you were conscious, I wouldn’t have been able to take a single step; I’d have wanted to hold you forever. I’m a selfish person, aren’t I? To be honest, I’m writing this without knowing if you’ll ever have the chance to read it.
You might never see it. But I’ll write it as if it’s certain you’ll find it. There are so many things I want to say to you, but every time I look at your face, I lose my words. So I just stay quiet. I’ve never been a good talker anyway. But strangely, as l write, I feel I can express everything perfectly.
I must have a talent for writing too. Are you jealous that I’m good at everything? I remember you wanted to be a writer.
“You idiot… sob… ” I wiped away the tears that were flooding my eyes. I wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t. I continued reading. I’ve decided to give this condo to you. Whether you live here, sell it, or rent it out is entirely up to you. The only thing I won’t allow is for you to give it back to my mother or relatives. One, because they don’t need it-the Juengtaweekiartiyot family is already incredibly wealthy. Two, because I want you to have the money from this condo as your own capital to put yourself through school and for your future. You can even use it to pay for Jet and Jean’s education; I don’t mind. At least then I can be sure you won’t struggle. The thought makes it easier for me to leave you. Jane… there are things I must tell you. I need to say them so you don’t misunderstand me. Jane, I truly had nothing to do with Putt’s death. But I understand why you wouldn’t believe me. Look at everything I’ve done-how could I be trustworthy? If I were you, l wouldn’t believe me either. It’s not your fault for doubting me. You were right to. And one more thing I must tell you… is that I love you. I don’t know when it started or how, but before I knew it, I had fallen in love with you with all my heart. I froze. My heart squeezed so tightly I thought I’d die right then and there. My whole body felt flushed. Love? What does that even mean? I regained my composure and looked at the tiny, crowded script again. My darling, I love you so much. I love you so much it scares me. Since the first time I told you l loved you, it was the truth from my heart. It was never a lie. But I knew you never took it seriously. You thought I was just saying it. And I was too cowardly to tell you seriously-I preferred to play the villain, the “bad boy,” to cover it up. I’m quite pathetic, aren’t I? In everything else, I’m brilliant, but in love, I’m just a fool. Every time you said “I love you” back, I knew you didn’t really mean it. But I was always secretly happy to hear it, because I hoped that one day you might love me back. But it wasn’t meant to be. I’ve forced people in many ways, but one thing I’ve learned is that we cannot force a heart or a feeling. And because I love you this much, I never wanted to leave you. I wanted to stay and admire your beauty every day and night. But l had to go. And that is also because of love. If I stayed, I would only keep hurting you. I made you unhappy. I put you in danger. We aren’t compatible in any sense of morality. My leaving is the best solution for our relationship. Jane… I’ve let you go now. Are you happier now? Am I happier? No… not at all…
You might think you’re very ordinary. You probably wonder what l see in you, since you’re always putting yourself down. But do you know? You are a very “special” kind of ordinary. You are the cutest thing in this world. But I know that no matter what I compare you to, you won’t believe me. So, I’ve written ten things I love about you.
If you read them all, I believe you’ll agree with me on why I fell so completely in love with you. 1. You are incredibly cute. Cute in every movement and gesture. Especially when you pout your cheeks-it makes me want to squeeze you to death. It drove me crazy.
2. You don’t like fastening the top button of your shirt, saying it makes you look like a “nerd.” but every time I fastened it for you, you never unbuttoned it once.
3.Your hair smells amazing. Even though we use the same brand of shampoo, yours smells so much better than mine. When you weren’t looking, I loved to sneak a sniff. Even when you said your head stank after football, I never thought so.
4. You aren’t one for public displays of affection, yet you were brave enough to hold my hand wherever we went.
5.You allowed a “Cute Boy” page to post a photo of us together. I was so happy to stake my claim on you. To be honest, if it weren’t for you, I’d never have let them take my photo. But I wanted everyone to know you were taken.
6. When we did ballroom dance together, you’d purse your lips tightly because you were stressed about getting the steps wrong or falling. And most importantly, you were afraid of stepping on my feet. Honestly, even if you stepped on me twenty times, I wouldn’t be mad.
7. You gave up playing football to take care of me when I was sick.
8. You always care about others. You sacrifice your own happiness for others-especially your family, friends, and the people you love. Even though I wasn’t someone you loved, you still did it for me. Like how you hate the smell of cigarettes; every time I smoked, you looked like you wanted to complain, but you never did. And you never walked away.
9. When I came home exhausted and was too lazy to shower before bed, you’d say I was “dirty,” but you’d always come down and cuddle with me anyway.
10. I love you very much, Jane. The sensitive you. The kind-hearted you. The innocent you. The you who took on a debt for your brother. To be honest, I bet everything when I asked you to come back to me as repayment. I was determined to make you love me. In the end, I failed. But it’s okay. I will love you forever anyway, even if it has to be a one-sided love.
I’m happy to dream of you every night, because when I can’t find happiness while awake, I have to take what I can while I sleep. I will never forget you as long as I live. My heart will always be loyal to this Jenalee. Lastly, I just want to say… I’m sorry. I’m sorry I came into your life and ruined everything.
I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry, baby. I hope that from now on, you are happy forever, even if I’m no longer by your side to see your smile. I love you with all my heart. Big Jane for Little Jane. My tears fell uncontrollably. The sobbing that started as a whimper turned into a roar that echoed through the room.
I reached up to grab the key pendant around my neck-the precious token he had left me. Now, he was gone. Gone forever. He left without ever knowing the truth…
“P’Jane… I love you too ” I loved him so much I felt like I was dying right there.
God the letter in the novel really rips your heart out.
the ending (and the series as a whole) was literal perfection, i love the changes they made from the novel. this…
Yeah, how Fang Chi raped Gao in his car while sick was nauseating and almost turned me off from the novel. But this revamp of the series was absolutely perfect.
Absolutely beautiful ❤️ Forever one of my favorite Chinese bls😭 I will definitely be rewatching this series for a long time. Next to The Untamed and Revenged Love.
I thought it was Off's character from ep 1. Curious to see if I'm right. There's more than just bromance between these two and you can't convince me otherwise.
1
Half of the novel scene
“How dare you say his name while I’m fucking you.”
“You’re going to regret it.” I shrieked as he redoubled his efforts,
hammering into me with such violence that the sound echoed through
the room. The tip of his hardness struck my spark with every single
thrust. I vibrated like a machine at full tilt, until even the heavy
sculpture started to shake. Ecstasy gripped me from my hair down to
my toes. I clawed at anything I could reach. I was completely undone.
“Please… ah… P’Jane… I was wrong! Mmm… ah… ah!” I begged him
repeatedly to stop torturing my mind, moaning as l was swept up to
the heavens. Though my legs were trembling, I couldn’t stop craving
him; I squeezed him tighter, goading him to 0ho claim me even
harder. This was what “pleasurable torture” felt like. I was officially
addicted. Finally, white heat exploded from me. I exhaled a long,
shaky breath, my heart racing. P’Jane released right after me, but he
wasn’t satisfied yet. He refused to let me go, stripping the rest of my
clothes off until I was completely bare. Now, I was no different from
the sculpture he had created. I sat on the table, legs dangling, as
P’Jane forced my thighs wide apart.
I turned my head away in shame as he narrowed his eyes, inspecting
every detail of me as if l were a priceless work of art. He was likely the
only person on earth who knew every mark on my body-every mole, every birthmark, every scar. He knew my body better than I did. My
cheeks burned a deep, sunset red. Then, P’Jane’s tongue flicked
against my opening. I cried out, trying to close my legs to-dull the
sensation, but his strong hands held me pinned. He worked with
masterfully practiced skill until I was shaking again. He looked up at
me and issued a command: “Our next rule: Don’t you dare close your
legs.”! He flashed a wicked smile.
“Otherwise, you’re never leaving this room again.” “… ”
“I want to taste you.””… ”
“Indulge me.””… ”
“Understand?” With my eyes squeezed shut, I nodded frantically. He
used his tongue everywhere, and I moaned, feeling like I was being
electrocuted. I wanted to fold inward, but I was locked in place. I could
only bear down against his mouth and his flickering tongue.” P’Jane,
please… daddy… it’s too much… it’s too much!” The onslaught was
endless, until I was slick with him. Pre-cum leaked from me,
drenching my skin, before his rough tongue moved to the front. He
licked and teased me so slowly I thought I’d lose my mind. I gripped
his dark hair, pulling him closer as I grew desperate. P’Jane took me
into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he worked, laughing softly
against me. He kissed the tip of my heat before taking it all in again, as
if he absolutely adored me. By now, the table was a mess of us. He
grabbed one of my feet and propped it up on the table for leverage.
After worshiping me for a while longer, he stood to his full height. He
used a single, powerful hand to circle my throat, and then he drove
back inside. I gripped the edge of the table, gasping for air under the
weight of his thrusts.
“Good boy.” We collided in that position until I peaked again, the force
of it staining his shirt. Only then did he loosen his grip. He hoisted me
up into his arms; I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist and
clung to him to keep from falling. In this position, my weight forced
him even deeper. I moaned as he bounced me up and down. Our
pendants-the key and the padlock-clattered against each other on our
chests with every movement, sometimes tangling, sometimes breaking
free. I buried my face in his shoulder, arms locked around his strong
frame, tears of pure bliss pricking my eyes. He panted, whispering in
my ear with a voice that was both sexy and commanding: “I’m going to
bring the whole world to its knees beneath my feet.” “Hah… P’Jane… ah!”
“When that happens, stay by my side, Jane.”
“Ah… ah… it feels so good!”
“We’ll go together.” “… ”
“I’m never letting you go again.”
“I’m almost… Daddy, please! Daddy!!”
Bromance my ass.
My hands shook as I opened it and pulled out the paper inside. Hello, Jane. You’re probably surprised to see this letter, especially since it’s in Thai. But as you know, I’m proficient in both languages, and I believe my written Thai is just as good as my English. I wanted to convey this in the language you’d understand instantly. Whether you can read my handwriting is another story-they say smart people, like doctors, have terrible handwriting. I’m one of them. I suppose our brains think faster than our hands can move. As I write this, you are asleep. If you are reading this, you’ve realized by now that I drugged your drink with a sedative.
I’m sorry for that, and I’m sorry for leaving without saying goodbye. But l didn’t think I’d be strong enough to walk out of your life if you were awake. If you were conscious, I wouldn’t have been able to take a single step; I’d have wanted to hold you forever. I’m a selfish person, aren’t I? To be honest, I’m writing this without knowing if you’ll ever have the chance to read it.
You might never see it. But I’ll write it as if it’s certain you’ll find it. There are so many things I want to say to you, but every time I look at your face, I lose my words. So I just stay quiet. I’ve never been a good talker anyway. But strangely, as l write, I feel I can express everything perfectly.
I must have a talent for writing too. Are you jealous that I’m good at everything? I remember you wanted to be a writer.
“You idiot… sob… ” I wiped away the tears that were flooding my eyes. I wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t. I continued reading. I’ve decided to give this condo to you. Whether you live here, sell it, or rent it out is entirely up to you. The only thing I won’t allow is for you to give it back to my mother or relatives. One, because they don’t need it-the Juengtaweekiartiyot family is already incredibly wealthy. Two, because I want you to have the money from this condo as your own capital to put yourself through school and for your future. You can even use it to pay for Jet and Jean’s education; I don’t mind. At least then I can be sure you won’t struggle. The thought makes it easier for me to leave you. Jane… there are things I must tell you. I need to say them so you don’t misunderstand me. Jane, I truly had nothing to do with Putt’s death. But I understand why you wouldn’t believe me. Look at everything I’ve done-how could I be trustworthy? If I were you, l wouldn’t believe me either. It’s not your fault for doubting me. You were right to. And one more thing I must tell you… is that I love you. I don’t know when it started or how, but before I knew it, I had fallen in love with you with all my heart. I froze. My heart squeezed so tightly I thought I’d die right then and there. My whole body felt flushed. Love? What does that even mean? I regained my composure and looked at the tiny, crowded script again. My darling, I love you so much. I love you so much it scares me. Since the first time I told you l loved you, it was the truth from my heart. It was never a lie. But I knew you never took it seriously. You thought I was just saying it. And I was too cowardly to tell you seriously-I preferred to play the villain, the “bad boy,” to cover it up. I’m quite pathetic, aren’t I? In everything else, I’m brilliant, but in love, I’m just a fool. Every time you said “I love you” back, I knew you didn’t really mean it. But I was always secretly happy to hear it, because I hoped that one day you might love me back. But it wasn’t meant to be. I’ve forced people in many ways, but one thing I’ve learned is that we cannot force a heart or a feeling. And because I love you this much, I never wanted to leave you. I wanted to stay and admire your beauty every day and night. But l had to go. And that is also because of love. If I stayed, I would only keep hurting you. I made you unhappy. I put you in danger. We aren’t compatible in any sense of morality. My leaving is the best solution for our relationship. Jane… I’ve let you go now. Are you happier now? Am I happier? No… not at all…
You might think you’re very ordinary. You probably wonder what l see in you, since you’re always putting yourself down. But do you know? You are a very “special” kind of ordinary. You are the cutest thing in this world. But I know that no matter what I compare you to, you won’t believe me. So, I’ve written ten things I love about you.
If you read them all, I believe you’ll agree with me on why I fell so completely in love with you.
1. You are incredibly cute. Cute in every movement and gesture. Especially when you pout your cheeks-it makes me want to squeeze you to death. It drove me crazy.
2. You don’t like fastening the top button of your shirt, saying it makes you look like a “nerd.” but every time I fastened it for you, you never unbuttoned it once.
3.Your hair smells amazing. Even though we use the same brand of shampoo, yours smells so much better than mine. When you weren’t looking, I loved to sneak a sniff. Even when you said your head stank after football, I never thought so.
4. You aren’t one for public displays of affection, yet you were brave enough to hold my hand wherever we went.
5.You allowed a “Cute Boy” page to post a photo of us together. I was so happy to stake my claim on you. To be honest, if it weren’t for you, I’d never have let them take my photo. But I wanted everyone to know you were taken.
6. When we did ballroom dance together, you’d purse your lips tightly because you were stressed about getting the steps wrong or falling.
And most importantly, you were afraid of stepping on my feet. Honestly, even if you stepped on me twenty times, I wouldn’t be mad.
7. You gave up playing football to take care of me when I was sick.
8. You always care about others. You sacrifice your own happiness for others-especially your family, friends, and the people you love.
Even though I wasn’t someone you loved, you still did it for me. Like how you hate the smell of cigarettes; every time I smoked, you looked like you wanted to complain, but you never did. And you never walked away.
9. When I came home exhausted and was too lazy to shower before bed, you’d say I was “dirty,” but you’d always come down and cuddle with me anyway.
10. I love you very much, Jane. The sensitive you. The kind-hearted you. The innocent you. The you who took on a debt for your brother. To be honest, I bet everything when I asked you to come back to me as repayment. I was determined to make you love me. In the end, I failed. But it’s okay. I will love you forever anyway, even if it has to be a one-sided love.
I’m happy to dream of you every night, because when I can’t find happiness while awake, I have to take what I can while I sleep. I will never forget you as long as I live. My heart will always be loyal to this Jenalee. Lastly, I just want to say… I’m sorry. I’m sorry I came into your life and ruined everything.
I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry, baby. I hope that from now on, you are happy forever, even if I’m no longer by your side to see your smile. I love you with all my heart. Big Jane for Little Jane. My tears fell uncontrollably. The sobbing that started as a whimper turned into a roar that echoed through the room.
I reached up to grab the key pendant around my neck-the precious token he had left me. Now, he was gone. Gone forever. He left without ever knowing the truth…
“P’Jane… I love you too ” I loved him so much I felt like I was dying right there.
God the letter in the novel really rips your heart out.
Gonna be a loooong week.