What happens when a cool-headed, scheming bottom meets a [fake] domineering CEO who's actually a clingy, nonstop chatterbox top?
"Xiaochuan, Xiaochuan, Xiaochuan! Ahhhh, I like you so, so, so much!"
"I know. Shut up!"
The bottom is an unlucky kid, teetering step by step on the edge of turning bad, until he's healed and taken in by a clingy chatterbox top [who's no saint himself, either]. Together, they settle into a shamelessly sweet life as a couple.
A scheming bottom and a goofball top.
In a nutshell: a chatterbox saves the world.
Co-written with my buddy Nan Fu.
Come on, moma 33