On the night of her fifth wedding anniversary, she brought her hundredth boyfriend home.
When he saw me, the boy looked provocative: "Sister, is this your husband? He doesn't look good either."
"Oh, why are you bringing up such a spoiler? Come on."
His wife impatiently pulled him closer to the bedroom.
I sat on the sofa, listening to the charming sounds in the house, and clicked on the calendar on my phone to take a look.
In three days, this absurd agreement marriage should be over.
Jiang Ruoyan, I will pay back what I owe you.
