Everyone in the industry says that Wei Liurong, a top-ranked Chinese billiards player, is cold and abstinent. Only I know the madness lurking beneath his calm exterior.
He pinned me to the billiards table and kissed me. Blushing and breathless, I fled to the restroom.
Then I heard his friend tease him. “Back then, Yueyin said she didn’t like men with no sense of humor, so you kept that gymnast girl by your side for six years.”
“Now Yueyin’s back. What are you going to do?”
It hit me like a thunderbolt. My heart bled with pain.
Wei Liurong sank a ball with one shot and replied casually, “She’s well-behaved. I’ll keep her around for now.”
They burst into laughter, not realizing I was standing right behind them.
“What are you talking about? What’s so funny?”
