After getting drunk, Lin Yirou thought she had slept with Li Yunzhou, the man she’d always liked.
But it turned out to be
his younger brother, Li Qi,
a competitive swimmer.
A scumbag, a womanizer, a bastard who could sell even his conscience, handsome on the outside but rotten within.
That younger brother, burdened with every kind of insulting nickname, was practically a bolt from the blue for Lin Yirou.
“Did you just learn that word yesterday?”
“You.”
“Yeah, I guess I really did.”
And what he never expected was that this “natural disaster” came with an unimaginable bonus... a whole lot of passion!
“I’ve run the bath. Let’s go in there...”
“No, I’ll catch a cold.”
“Idiots don’t catch colds.”
“Why am I an idiot?”
“Have you ever caught a cold before?”
Never. The more he tried to escape, the deeper he was dragged in.
And at some point, Li Qi, who always acted like he didn’t care about anything, began pressing in on Lin Yirou until she could barely breathe.
As if
he’d planned it from the start.
“Hey, I really... Whenever you do that, it makes me want to... your neck.”
“D-don’t say things like that.”
“Can’t you be a little gentler with me?”
Lin Yirou, you’ll become soft and mushy like fruit on the verge of rotting.
That way, you’ll taste incredibly sweet.
To Lin Yirou, was Li Qi a natural disaster?
To Li Qi, who hated all coincidences, good luck, and the unknown,
Lin Yirou was a departure from his “orderly life,” a derailment from his usual course.
But it turned out that he...
