When I fell asleep and fell into Shen Qilan's arms at the auction, I had no idea that he was the most untouchable man in Beijing.
Later, he always "accidentally" met me: rescuing frightened horses at the racecourse, talking about famous paintings at art exhibitions, and even preparing brown sugar ginger tea during my menstrual period.
My bestie screamed: "He's chasing you!"
I was puzzled: "But he said he only regarded me as his sister."
Until a rainstorm night, he trapped me on the sofa, breathing hotly: "You've been calling me brother for three months... Do you really think I'm a saint?"
It suddenly dawned on me - it turns out that top hunters use the gentlest faces to weave the deepest webs.
