He Spoils His Moonlight

Zhou Lingxu had spent half his life being a scoundrel. Then, one day, he got dumped, and the reason turned out to be that his ex’s first love had returned from overseas. His ex didn’t want to keep lying to himself and others against his conscience.

He partied night after night, drinking himself into oblivion, and spent a good while “wallowing.” One day, he woke up to find a stranger lying beside him.

The man said his name was Lin Sirang.

By a strange coincidence, that was also the name of his ex’s first love.

[Reader Advisory]

1. Neither the scumbag nor the obsessive one is a good person.

2. So much melodrama! A whole lot of melodrama! Some logic takes a back seat to the plot.

Coming Soon: Love Begins with Marriage

The first time Yu Zhiyao met Zheng Wensheng was at a friend’s art exhibition.

Every detail of his impeccably tailored outfit radiated an intense air of elite professionalism.

The second time was on a blind date.

Yu Zhiyao had just come out of a failed relationship and agreed to go only to keep his family from worrying. What he didn’t expect was that his date would be Zheng Wensheng, whom he’d met once before.

During their conversation, he learned that Zheng Wensheng was also troubled by his family’s constant urging.

Yu Zhiyao joked, “In that case, why don’t we just make do with each other?”

Zheng Wensheng thought for a few seconds. “All right.”

And so they got married. Zheng Wensheng was gentle and considerate, and they treated each other with respect. Their life together was fairly harmonious, until Zheng Wensheng stumbled upon the secret in Yu Zhiyao’s bookmarks.

Some stimulating, unspeakable... literary works.

Yu Zhiyao was mortified. He explained that they were simply a form of therapy to stimulate his artistic inspiration. Zheng Wensheng said he understood and offered to help.

Yu Zhiyao blinked. “How?”

Zheng Wensheng stepped out to make a phone call. When he returned, he said that a friend who studied psychology had told him Yu Zhiyao needed a more intense kind of stimulation, and that experiencing it firsthand would have a much stronger impact than reading about it.

“In other words, role-play.”

Yu Zhiyao knew nothing about psychology, but it sounded like it might make sense.

After that, Zheng Wensheng accompanied him as they tried out every one of the hundred or so different kinds of sex in his bookmarks.

The first time was in an overcrowded elevator during the morning rush at an office building. Zheng Wensheng slipped a hand inside Yu Zhiyao’s shirt, playing the part of one half of a forbidden, secret office romance.

The second time, they were a couple who shared a bed but not their hearts, lovers whose sex was like□□ every day.

The third time was at a charity gala organized by his ex’s company. His usually gentle husband pinned him in a secluded corner behind the spotlight. His teeth grazed the back of Yu Zhiyao’s neck, trying to inject pheromones that didn’t exist.

Yu Zhiyao trembled against the wall. “Be gentle. Don’t actually bite me.”

Zheng Wensheng was a good husband, but Yu Zhiyao was starting to find it a bit too much.

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Theme: Even beneath a blanket of gloom, we can find the courage to emerge from it.