One of My Wives

Xu Yike had always felt that his marriage to Ji Xun was nothing more than a compromise. After all, Ji Xun didn't like him.

Their personalities didn't match, and neither did their outlooks on life. They couldn't get half a sentence out without arguing. If he had to name one thing they were compatible at, it was sex.

...All right, they were extremely compatible.

They'd known each other since they were toddlers, and Ji Xun had loved biting his shoulder and gnawing on his fingers even when they were still lying in their cribs.

At school, they'd fight over meals, homework, and basketball. The tiniest thing could turn into a world-ending feud. But every time they swore to never speak again, Ji Xun would come running back before they'd even gone ten meters apart, hugging him tight and biting his shoulder and neck.

Xu Yike admitted that he loved the pain of canine teeth piercing skin and flesh, the metallic tang of blood. He'd loved having sex with Ji Xun as an adult, too.

But that wasn't a reason for him to endlessly put up with Ji Xun constantly picking fights.

.

On the first day at the Civil Affairs Bureau,

they didn't get divorced.

Ji Xun showed up in a suit that fit him perfectly, with everything in all the right places, and suggested they have one last divorce hookup first.

Xu Yike thought that after a month apart, they owed each other at least that much courtesy, so he agreed.

They didn't get divorced on the second day, either.

After a month of pent-up desire, they both went at it like they had something to prove and forgot all about their feelings. When Xu Yike woke up, it was already dark.

The third and fourth days were the weekend, and the Civil Affairs Bureau was closed.

And so the days dragged on for a whole month.

Xu Yike thought he was pathetic.

But he didn't want things to go on like this anymore. He had to get divorced.

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