[Cool, Chaste, Untouchable Prince Charming / Sweet-Talking Puppy-Eyed Junior / Steady, Mature Older Man vs. Quirky Wooden-Headed Girl]
Mu Qiu was a single senior in college, about to graduate. As graduation drew near, she finally took stock of her life: everyone said college romance was the purest kind. If she didn't try it now, she'd miss her chance!
She gritted her teeth and sent confession messages to three people at once. Cast a wide net, and surely one would take the bait.
Less than a minute after she hit send, she had two boyfriends.
Her junior, Xiao Fei: "Sis! Am I dreaming? QAQ"
Her brother's friend, Wan Chengfu: "Mm, got it."
Mu Qiu stared at the chat window, completely dumbfounded.
The day after she'd spent a sleepless night worrying over her phone, her cool and distinguished childhood friend Yan Shuhuai suddenly called. "I'm at the entrance to your school."
Mu Qiu: ? Weren't you still overseas???
Having gained three boyfriends all at once, Mu Qiu felt as if she'd grown up overnight.
She used to go without even a memo app. Now, every Sunday, she had to plan out a week's worth of dates for herself and all three of them, then work backward to figure out each guy's schedule, keeping a close watch to prevent any disastrous run-ins.
Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore and tentatively suggested they break up.
That evening, her childhood friend showed up at her door to confront her.
Before Mu Qiu could come up with an excuse, the doorbell rang.
From outside came her junior's soft, muffled voice, his eyes drooping like a puppy caught in the rain. "Sis, did I do something wrong? I'll change."
"And you are?" a steady male voice followed, accompanied by the sound of a car door closing.
Mu Qiu's scalp prickled. She turned around stiffly and met her childhood friend's dangerously intense gaze.
The words flew out of her mouth. "Wait, I can explain all of this!"
The next second, Yan Shuhuai gripped her waist and pinned her against the wall, then lowered his head and kissed her fiercely. His cool eyes burned red, his voice low and hoarse with possessiveness.
"Break up? I don't agree."
Theme: Stand together.
