Chapter 1: Her Name Is Chi Mo, Guan Yizhou's Girlfriend
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What does it feel like when you’re out shopping for ducks and run into an old acquaintance who’s jumped into the sea?
Li Yang looked down from the second floor of Southeast Asia’s top-tier club and spotted her severely mysophobic—
Ex · Fuck · Buddy.
Sunglasses on, slouched lazily on the sofa, collar of his white shirt slightly undone, cradling a pampered Ragdoll cat in his arms.
“One look at him and you know he’s good in bed,” Zhao Yalin said, following Li Yang’s gaze.
“Mhm~”
Li Yang leaned against the second-floor railing, her eyes tracing the man’s Adam’s apple, then drifting down to…
This guy, yeah, he really could go.
Li Yang agreed with Zhao Yalin’s assessment.
Zhao Yalin: “So, Yangyang? Feeling anything? Got a headline yet…”
“Nope.” Li Yang pulled her gaze back and plucked a pink peony from the vase beside her.
“Miss Li…” Zhao Yalin put on her professional tone. “As the attending physician treating your sexual dysfunction, I advise you to let go of your ex. Don’t hang yourself on one tree!”
She paused, then added:
“It’s a big forest. You gotta try every bird!”
“First off, let me state again—I’ve been single since birth. No ex exists. And secondly…” Li Yang smiled.
“Dr. Zhao, even if you’re scared I’ll ruin your reputation, you can’t just push me toward a blind man, can you?”
“Blind, blind man?” Zhao Yalin was confused. “He’s just wearing sunglasses, how is that…”
Before she could finish, the Ragdoll bolted off the man’s lap. The people beside him immediately stepped up to support him, guiding him forward.
Zhao Yalin gaped. “Even disabled guys are jumping into the sea now? Is the economy really that bad?”
Li Yang brought the peony to her nose and sniffed it, laughing.
“He might be faking it. Might not actually be blind.”
Zhao Yalin scoffed. “Tch, I’ve seen plenty of men playing cool in nightclubs, but faking blindness? Never…”
Her words were cut off again. Li Yang stretched the peony in her hand past the railing, and without any warning, let go…
The man passing below suddenly stopped. He raised a hand and caught the falling flower perfectly.
A single petal slipped through his long, defined fingers.
“See? Isn’t this guy worse than a poser?” Li Yang propped her chin up and looked at Zhao Yalin, her smile brighter than the peony she’d just tossed away.
Zhao Yalin couldn’t be sure, but she felt like Li Yang was cursing. Cursing kind of dirty too, like there was a lot of bad blood there.
The gorgeous peony bloomed in Taino Paine’s hand. He tilted his head up and slowly took off his sunglasses.
Those unusual brownish-gray eyes locked onto Li Yang at the second-floor railing.
A face he hadn’t seen in a long time.
He had told her he’d only give her one chance to leave.
But this woman vanished for three years, and now she showed up in Mian City again.
And Mian City was now Taino Paine’s territory.
His palm slowly closed, crushing the flower that had fallen from the sky.
Standing upstairs, Li Yang met his gaze calmly, half-smiling.
The fans blew her curls around, and the stage lights happened to sweep across her face.
The timing was perfect. In that red dress, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
Under the trippy lights, the man and the woman locked eyes.
Their gazes were like hooks, dragging out the hormones that had long been tangled up inside their bodies.
Adults. Bed fun.
One click to get together, one bang to break up.
Pull your underwear on, wave goodbye, and everyone walks away decent.
When it came to sex, Li Yang considered herself carefree.
But in the years they’d been apart, whenever the night got quiet, she’d think about their past.
Think about that body of his that used to make her ascend to heaven.
But under that perfect skin, everything was rotten to the core.
That was when she couldn’t help but think—if we ever meet again, I’m grabbing this man and demanding answers:
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You shameless blind bastard, since when exactly could you see??!
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“Ding!”
Both leads have mouths. Their breakup isn’t a misunderstanding. No vicious female side characters, no white moonlight, no love triangles.
There’s a ton of foreshadowing and twists up front. If you skip chapters, you might not even understand the smut later on.
This story was written fully prepared to get thrown in the little black room! Plenty to fill you up.