The first time Ai Yi saw Xiao Fan, he was playing soccer with a group of boys.
The lawn was dotted with puddles after the rain.
Moisture hung in the air as mud splattered, and everyone seemed cloaked in a gray haze.
His golden hair stood out in particular.
Like a sun dancing through the clouds.
But the dreamlike scene lasted only until she walked closer. His slightly cool, monolid eyes flicked her a casual glance. "I'm not giving you my contact details. Don't wait around."
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Print media declined and the magazine folded, turning Ai Yi from a fashion editor into a soccer producer.
From fashion to sports? How was that even a career change?
She set her sights on Xiao Fan. If she could get an exclusive, behind-the-scenes interview with the superstar...
Before long, in the Real Madrid club's post-match locker room, Xiao Fan pinned her into a corner. His gaze was sharp, his tone harsh. "If you don't like me, why did you sleep with me?"
