My ex-boyfriend came at me with a coil of rope, ready to “measure my neck.”
I thought he was going to kill his wife for the insurance money, so I jumped into the sea in a panic.
“Her Disappearance? No, wait. It’s My Disappearance!”
When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t dead on the sea floor. Instead, he and I were both lying on a muddy beach in ancient Zhoushan.
To stay alive, he dived for oysters while I lit a fire and grilled belt fish.
Just when I thought we’d grow old, stranded and alone on this deserted island,
he suddenly showed off his muscles and started strutting around like a peacock.
“This is another world. No one knows we have type B blood, and any kids we have won’t be ‘2B’ either. So, how about getting back together?”
