When I was 18 years old, my mother remarried, and I followed her to the Ji family.
He was cold, dignified, unattainable, and showed no signs of changing his attitude towards me.
One night, he grabbed my misbehaving hand and said in a low voice, "Wen Nianrou! Please be more honest with me."
His friend asked him: "Is Wen Nianrou your sister?"
He said, "No."
To him, I am an outsider after all.
That's all, why should I compete with a piece of wood?
Unexpectedly, we met again.
Ji Wangshu domineeringly pushed me against the bathroom corner, took my hand and put it on his waist: "Take it off."
