Han Qiaoyu had the worst luck. She’d been on six blind dates, and every one had ended in failure.
After her sixth disastrous date, she ran into her childhood friend Qin Che, who had returned from overseas.
They hadn’t seen each other in years, and he didn’t even have a place to live.
Since he was the younger brother of her late boyfriend, she took him in.
But when she got drunk and kissed the wrong person, he kissed her back even more enthusiastically.
Whenever a man appeared by her side, he’d show up and make some vague, suggestive remark.
Worse still, he wore a bathrobe every day, showing off his chest and abs, and...
Terrified, Han Qiaoyu decided to send this walking disaster packing before he led her astray for good.
But he trapped her on the sofa, his mature masculine scent sweeping over her.
“Big Sis, so what if I’m younger than you? You don’t need me to talk about my looks, and none of them can match my stamina. I can...”
Han Qiaoyu quickly covered his mouth, stopping him from saying anything else.
But her palm felt wet. Qin Che had practically made his feelings clear with just a look.
Her heart raced, and she blurted out, “But you’re broke.”
Oh no! Why was he so sly, so wicked, and such a shameless tease?
