Jing Yao had been friends-with-benefits with "Wei Han" for a long time.
They met on a dating app. The other woman's terms were: the lights had to be off during sex; they could never ask about each other's real identities, and they couldn't intrude on each other's lives outside the app.
So three years later, Jing Yao still had no idea what she looked like.
But their bodies fit together so perfectly that, despite countless attempts to end this unhealthy relationship, they had never managed to make a clean break.
There was a superior at Jing Yao's company whom she loathed. She was aloof and haughty, her sexy figure wrapped in a professional suit, and her face was so beautiful it left nothing to criticize.
When Jing Yao first joined the company, she'd been captivated for a while. Later, she discovered that Ying Hanwei was mean, selfish, and cold-hearted. Even her beautiful appearance seemed laced with poison, making people keep their distance.
Every time they met, Jing Yao would prattle on about her loathsome boss. Before long, complaining had become an essential part of their routine, both before and after sex.
"Wei Han" always listened quietly. When Jing Yao got worked up with anger, she would stroke her face and pull her against her soft chest.
One day, an urgent meeting forced Jing Yao to cut their date short and head to the office. Her boss arrived late, wearing a long dress Jing Yao had never seen before, with a faint hickey peeking out at the side of her neck.
The more Jing Yao looked at the dress, the more familiar it seemed. The hickey was in a suspicious spot, too. She told herself it was a coincidence and forced herself not to think too much about it.
After that, the coincidences kept piling up.
The watch she'd given "Hanwei" appeared on Ying Hanwei's wrist the next day. When Jing Yao messaged "Hanwei," Ying Hanwei's phone rang. Even the bite marks left on their most private parts were identical.
Jing Yao could no longer pretend she didn't know.
After a passionate night together, she lit a cigarette and said they should end things. "Hanwei" took the cigarette from her hand, inhaled deeply, then kissed her. The smoke filled Jing Yao's throat, making her eyes sting with tears.
Ying Hanwei tossed Jing Yao's resignation letter into the trash. In red-soled heels, she stepped on Jing Yao's thigh, smiling seductively and dangerously.
At the department dinner that night, Ying Hanwei got drunk and insisted Jing Yao take her home. Jing Yao refused coldly.
"I don't think I'm close enough to you to be doing that, President Ying, am I?"
Ying Hanwei leaned against her shoulder and breathed into her ear. "Not close? Just a couple of days ago, you were like a puppy, licking me all over. And now you want to pretend we have nothing to do with each other?"
Theme: You and love are the only things that must never be let down.
