[Two top students, a clear-headed but wooden girl × a fiercely protective, possessive guy; family friends] In my second year of high school, I moved with my mom to Zhangcao City and went to live with one of my late father's comrades. His son made sure I couldn't hold my head up at the dinner table, smirking as he said, "Let's see how much longer you and your mom can stay in my house." I wasn't about to let him have his way. I slammed down my chopsticks. "Whether I stay in this house isn't up to you." We refused to give an inch, whether it was at school or at home. I'd rather give up sleep than let you beat me! We were enemies until he went abroad. After he left, I started a business, and we had no contact for six years. When we met again, we ran into each other in the bathroom, sparks flying. His voice was hoarse. "This time, I knocked."
