On the day of the marriage, everyone was waiting to see the joke between me and my mortal enemy.
After all, we have been fighting each other since childhood, and we would fight each other until we met.
Until the wedding, he lowered his head and chuckled in my ear:
"Cooperate with me to act in a scene, and we can play our own things after marriage."
I responded with a sneer and turned around to engage in performative intimacy with him.
He is gentle and affectionate in front of others, but cold-eyed behind others.
The whiteboard in the suite is filled with scripts, and the lines, distances, and eyes are all calculated.
But as we continued to act, something went wrong——
The eyes he looked at me were getting hotter and hotter, and he couldn't hide his possessiveness.
One time when the intimacy was broken, he simply pressed me into his arms:
"Have you done enough acting? If you have done enough acting, then do it for real."
Me:? ? ?
Who wants to fight against the enemy?
