Medical Student X Athlete

A fate-battered medical PhD who just wants to lie flat X a sweet, doted-on, super-masculine Top

"Auntie wants to know what you're looking for in a partner."

"A super-masculine Top."

Lou Chao regretted it right away, more than he could say. He never imagined there'd really be a kind auntie willing to set a man up with another man, and that she'd deliver him straight to the hospital cafeteria.

Lou Chao started with the line he'd prepared: "I'm really busy with work, so I'm afraid..."

Then he froze. The auntie had been quite honest: her match was a Top, and a very manly one.

"Yi Jinyang. Yi as in 'easy,' Jin as in 'brocade,' Yang as in 'sunshine.'" The super-masculine Top cupped his face in both hands and grinned like a big, good-natured golden retriever.

A tall, long-legged sports major, with solid muscle visible on his arms. Lou Chao lowered his eyes, swallowed the rest of his words, and gave in to those muscles.

Later, Lou Chao laid down three rules:

1. Once a month.

2. Keep the relationship secret.

3. While we're together, remember to keep yourself chaste.

After three months together, Lou Chao revised the third rule: Take it easy!!!

After six months, Yi Jinyang sent him an invitation: My mom wants to have dinner with you.

"I thought we agreed to keep this secret?"

"But my mom was the one who drove me to the hospital that day we met, ducky."

"...And my second brother and third sister were in the back seat."

Lou Chao felt like his world had fallen apart. It was currently under reconstruction...

-I once wanted to sink to the bottom of the sea, but ended up holding the morning sun in my arms.

PS: Younger man, first love, a fluffy, healing sweet romance with a dreamy, unrealistic setting (yep!)

Coming soon: Spent Five Million to Hire a Pain in the Neck

A charming, clueless steel-straight rich young master VS a devoted CEO with maxed-out intelligence and negative emotional intelligence

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It was a vulgar transaction involving money.

Cheng Chu arrived in a bathrobe and spent seven days and seven nights at Yue Qing's garden villa. When he left, he was dressed in a suit and tie, with a luxury car leading the way.

Half a month later, the two ran into each other at a cemetery. Cheng Chu was dressed in black, his face as pale as paper and his slender frame like an ink painting crumpled by wind and rain. Only his bitten lower lip was vivid red.

Before Yue Qing could even drive over, Cheng Chu calmly stepped into the rain, hurrying away alone.

Ten minutes later, a message appeared on his phone: XX account credited with 45,761.21 yuan. Exact change included. Note: Here's the difference. You were terrible in bed.

Later

When Yue Qing wanted to see Cheng Chu, he sent a private driver, car, and plane to pick him up, and would have rolled out a red carpet all the way from his shabby little house to the villa if he could.

But when Cheng Chu wanted to see Yue Qing, all he had to do was lie in bed and make a phone call: "Mr. Yue, I'm hungry."

Whether Yue Qing was in the same city or another province, he'd come rushing over, take off his gemstone cuff links, roll up his sleeves, and make him instant noodles with egg, sausage, and greens, perfectly balanced in flavor, color, and aroma.

The down-and-out young master got out of bed, wrapped in a bathrobe and leaning against the doorframe. He wouldn't even look at Yue Qing. "I was waiting for you to sleep with me, and you're fucking around in the kitchen! You must be seriously ill!"

Theme: Life is bitter. Here's a little sweetness for you.