[Blurb]
At eighteen, Qiu Xiaonan hated Shan Yao more than anyone.
Shan Yao got better grades than him and was more popular with the adults, too. That exquisitely beautiful face had stolen who knew how many admirers from right under his nose.
Even worse, when Shan Yao was with other people, he was warm, gracious, and gentle. But whenever he faced Qiu Xiaonan, his expression turned cold enough to freeze someone to death. He often turned around and walked away as soon as he spotted him from afar, without even saying a word.
Qiu Xiaonan came to a conclusion: He looks down on me, so I hate him.
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One day, eighteen-year-old Qiu Xiaonan accidentally transmigrated into the future and learned that, at this point in time, twenty-eight-year-old Qiu Xiaonan was throwing tantrums and threatening to hang himself at home. He loved Shan Yao so desperately that he was a weeping mess, swearing he wouldn't marry anyone else.
Eighteen-year-old Qiu Xiaonan: Impossible. Absolutely impossible!
Unconvinced, eighteen-year-old Qiu Xiaonan began scheming at every turn, trying to expose Shan Yao's vile behavior to his twenty-eight-year-old self, who had clearly lost his mind, and make himself change his mind. He would realize that Shan Yao couldn't stand him and that there was no way they could truly love each other.
Later, eighteen-year-old Qiu Xiaonan hid in twenty-eight-year-old Qiu Xiaonan's bathroom, separated by a pane of one-way glass. He watched with his own eyes as twenty-eight-year-old Shan Yao abandoned his usual cold demeanor, wrapped his arms around twenty-eight-year-old Qiu Xiaonan's neck with seductive charm, and pressed his pale back against the glass. His long neck was mottled with kiss marks, and his narrow phoenix eyes curved seductively.
With a teasing smile, he asked, "Honey, when are you going to marry me?"
Eighteen-year-old Qiu Xiaonan was dumbfounded, and his fists clenched.
Of course, another part of him was even harder than his fists.
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Back on the eighteen-year-old timeline, the first thing Qiu Xiaonan did was run to Shan Yao's house, kick open his bedroom door, grab the wrist of the person he hated most, and say, "Come on. We're getting our marriage license tomorrow."
Eighteen-year-old Shan Yao: ?
Qiu Xiaonan gritted his teeth. "The sooner we marry, the sooner we can enjoy it!"
Theme: Choose each other wholeheartedly