Parallel worlds + everyone’s darling
Su Nanyan has the same dream every day: a man whose face she can’t make out presses her down and devours her with kisses.
The mud-brick houses are drab, and food and clothing are scarce, but people have a different vitality from the workaholic she is now.
Going out requires tickets and permits, and if you don’t go to work, you go hungry. Su Nanyan shivers. No, she has to prepare thoroughly. Whether it’s real or not, she can’t do nothing. After all, opportunities only come to those who are prepared.
But she looks at the man in front of her and blinks her peach-blossom eyes in confusion. “Who are you? Why are you blocking my way?”
Huo Moting: “I think I’m sick. Only you can cure me.”
Su Nanyan: “If you’re crazy, go to a psychiatric hospital.”
Huo Moting: “After meeting you, my heart, dormant for so many years, stopped obeying me. Only you can cure me. No one else can.”
“What kind of cheesy pickup line is that? So clichéd. Men only slow down my punches and get in the way of making money. No thanks.” Su Nanyan waves him away without hesitation.
One day, she sees the crazy man doing drills. Sweat glistens on his eight-pack, and his sturdy, muscular waist makes her swallow despite herself. That waist looks so strong. Tears of desire spill from the corners of her mouth.
After that, Huo Moting does a five-kilometer run with a weighted pack one day, push-ups on the beach the next, and then…
Su Nanyan can’t help staring at those eight-pack abs.
Only when a row of spirited young men call out brightly in unison, “Hello, sister-in-law!” does she come to her senses. She hurriedly waves her hands and backs away. “I’m not! Don’t call me that!”
Very nice [Learned]