Yin Is Selfish and Cold-Blooded

Ten years lost in a drunken stupor, then one move brought him back to his senses.

“Yin Cen, I think we should split up.”

He cleared all of Yin Cen’s things out of the house and called to tell him to come pick them up.

But for some reason, the guy had gone off the deep end. “I’m not leaving. If you won’t open the door, I’ll live in your hallway.”

He took back his house key by force and told him to get lost.

What he hadn’t expected was that the guy had ten identical spare keys at home.

After he got a new boyfriend, Yin Cen would show up in the middle of the night pretending to be drunk and use a spare key to get into his place.

Eventually, Su Changsheng was at his wits’ end and changed the lock cylinder.

With all ten spare keys rendered useless, Yin Cen could only lie outside his door in the middle of the night, wailing.

Even from the bedroom, Su Changsheng could hear him sobbing and blowing his nose.

Ever since they broke up, he hadn’t had a single good night’s sleep.

“Yin Cen, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“I’m calling the police!”

“I’m sick. Really sick,” Yin Cen sobbed, clinging to his leg.

“I’ve fallen in love with you,” he finally choked out softly.

Su Changsheng’s eyes slowly widened. It was like the dog he’d raised had suddenly started talking. He was amazed.

This is a story about a rake who turns over a new leaf, only for nobody to give him the time of day.

It’s a win-her-back-from-the-start kind of story. Come take a look?

Originally titled: Burning Hot