I caught a glimpse of the transfer student on the basketball court.
The way he stumbled into the basketball hoop was so cute, but he always stole the top spot in my grade.
I deliberately threw the pen onto his school uniform: "Classmate, leave me your contact information?"
When he wrote the number with the tip of his ear red, I licked the lollipop and smiled - the prey took the bait.
It wasn't until I saw him breaking the wrist of his love rival with an expressionless face that I was shocked to realize that he had already weaved a love web.
When we met again at the business summit five years later, he lazily shook his glass: "Mr. Gu still owes me a school uniform."
I passed him by with a cold expression, but he pulled me into the surveillance corner.
"Gu Wan," he rubbed the back of my neck with his fingertips, "you can't escape this time."
