After My Online Romance with My Skin-Hungry Boss Went Wrong

Xia You is an office worker.

She has a beautiful, wealthy, but strict and rigid boss who drives everyone up the wall.

After years of being squeezed by the capitalist, Xia You turned evil. No, wait, she started online dating.

Her online persona is entirely made up. Today she's in Iceland, tomorrow in Paris, and the day after she's sipping tea and soaking in a hot spring beneath Mount Fuji, lamenting the hardships of the great East African animal migration.

She never expected anyone to believe her, let alone send her a private message asking to date online.

Her online partner, like her, is either traveling for work around the world or visiting exhibitions in different places.

Xia You immediately saw through the fact that the other person was a scammer too.

Without changing expression, she typed, "Darling, I think we're a match made in heaven. It'd be a crime not to get together! So first, let me see your legs."

A photo arrived.

The woman in it had hitched up the hem of her mermaid skirt, revealing a section of pale, slender leg.

Her calf was immaculate, blue-green veins tracing across it, while a drop of water clung precariously to her delicate collarbone.

...So sexy.

Her online partner was so seductive, so alluring.

If only Xia You hadn't heard her boss, Chi Yanqing, panting softly, along with the voice message she'd sent her online partner, when she went to deliver documents on the weekend.

Trembling, she pulled out her phone, hid away, and messaged her online partner, "Let's break up!"

The next second, the lounge door swung open.

The woman's snow-white cheeks were still flushed. Her gaze at Xia You was shimmering.

She came closer and bit Xia You's earlobe.

In a tender voice, she asked, "Guess what I was doing while listening to your voice message?"

Xia You's hand, guided downward, was soaked through.

Five seconds.

Chi Yanqing's life was the model of a perfect start.

Highly educated, stunningly beautiful, and already at the top of her industry at just twenty-eight.

Her only flaws were her cold, stiff personality, her insistence on wearing only gold-rimmed glasses, white shirts, and trousers that covered her ankles, and the fact that she never spoke more than three sentences to anyone. She always seemed to stand atop a distant mountain, impossible to approach.

Yet this cold woman had fallen in love, and online at that.

Her partner was a silly liar who made things up constantly, teased her every day, and wanted to see her photos.

Chi Yanqing never refused.

Want to see my legs? She sent a voice message.

Want to see my collarbone? She sent a photo of her hand.

She'd originally wanted to see how long the liar could keep it up. She never expected to be found out.

Looking at the chat window where she'd already been blocked,

Chi Yanqing took out her phone and read aloud, word by word, "Are my legs like the snow that has never melted for years in the Mohe Mountains?"

"Is my waist softer than when the blue tears of Siberia flow across your fingertips?"

"Or does my panting soak your inner thighs like a refreshing rain after a drought?"

Listening to her own cringe-worthy, toe-curling love poetry, Xia You wanted to buy a block of tofu and bash herself to death with it.

But the lounge door shut with a click.

Chi Yanqing leaned close to her ear and sighed softly. "Weren't you pretty good at this?"

"Why are you trembling now?"

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