Ji Zhouzheng is a total looks-first type with impossibly picky taste. He has a face that attracts trouble from women, yet he's never been in a relationship.
And the one person he finally falls for?
His roommate's girlfriend.
One day, at his roommate's request, Ji Zhouzheng went to deliver food to the girlfriend who lived in an apartment. The second the door opened, she collapsed headfirst into his arms.
He took his roommate's girlfriend to the hospital, while his roommate stayed on the phone, blissfully lost in the bar's music and dancing.
Later, someone asked him what Luo Jinghang's gorgeous, endlessly bragged-about girlfriend was really like.
Remembering the beautiful face that had made his heart skip a beat when the door opened, Ji Zhouzheng curled his lips and quipped, "She really is beautiful."
His friend exclaimed in surprise.
The man continued, "It's just that her taste in men is awful."
The first time Kou Wei saw Ji Zhouzheng, he was dressed head to toe in expensive brands, his brown hair streaked with gold and impossible to miss. His tear mole only made his eyes look even more expressive, even when he looked at a dog.
Her first impression of him was:
This guy must have had at least eight hundred girlfriends.
After running into him a few more times and getting to know him a little, Kou Wei became even more certain of her guess. He didn't just look like he had a ton of girlfriends; he also looked like he wanted to hit on her.
But before Kou Wei could discover Ji Zhouzheng's eight hundred girlfriends, she found the eight hundred girls in her boyfriend's contact list.
One day, Kou Wei caught her boyfriend cheating, making out with someone else at a bar.
She broke up with him on the spot, only to be dragged into another bar moments later by Luo Jinghang's ridiculously handsome roommate.
As she tried to drown her sorrows, the man beside her scoffed, "How could you love a man like that so much?"
Kou Wei looked at him through red eyes and smiled. "Love? What's love? I don't know."
Ji Zhouzheng suddenly leaned close, hooked a finger under her chin, and lifted her face. Slowly, he wiped the tears from the corner of her lips, then pressed close to her ear, full of ambition.
"I'll teach you."
Kou Wei hates being made to choose.
Because she's always the one who gets left behind.
Her family, her friends, her admirers: every one of them has done it.
She thinks Ji Zhouzheng will be no different.
He's only caught up in the moment.
One day, he'll leave too, because she's dull, cold, and distant.
At a party, Kou Wei steeled herself and publicly humiliated him through gritted teeth. "Can you stop bothering me and get lost?"
She thought the proud man would never come back after she'd hurt him so badly. But in the middle of the night, he knocked on her apartment door again, smelling of alcohol, and pinned her against it.
Kou Wei asked, "What were you thinking when I said all that?"
Ji Zhouzheng gave her an amused smile. "I was thinking that you look so beautiful when you say one thing and mean another, I want to kiss you."
One day after she and Ji Zhouzheng started dating, Kou Wei got so upset that she burst into tears and slapped him.
The slap rang out, leaving a bright red handprint.
She stared at her numb right hand, startled by what she'd done.
The man merely turned his head back from where the slap had knocked it aside. As he rubbed Kou Wei's trembling hand, he gently asked, "Does your hand hurt, baby?"
Red-eyed, Kou Wei called him crazy.
Ji Zhouzheng laughed. "So you do have a temper, huh?"
"Then let it out on me more often."
Ji Zhouzheng met a gentle, soft-spoken girl who didn't know how to get angry.
When people bullied her, she swallowed it down.
When they gave her dirty looks, she cried in secret.
She didn't even say a harsh word when her ex cheated on her.
But later, she made a habit of kicking him in bed.
A touch-starved, sickly, gentle beauty x a scheming homewrecker who fights to claim what he wants
Angst-ridden x a guiding type
A slow-warming, gentle beauty x a looks-obsessed narcissist
Theme: Someone will love every side of you
