The first time I met Bai Qingmo, I knew he was the one.
With long hair and cold eyes, he looked at me as if he were looking at something insignificant.
Only people like this can tear me apart.
I spent three months getting close to him, pretending to be nice, acting smart, and taking every step of the way.
I thought he was falling into my trap day by day.
Until that night he held my chin and said in my ear——
"Did you think I wasn't waiting for you?"
I realized that from the very beginning, there was another hunter.
[Short story/Bedtime cookies/Two male protagonists/A fishing-type beauty is attacked by a cold-hearted black-faced attack/It's not necessarily who catches whom]
