After the Breakup, I Became Everyone's White Moonlight

From the moment she learned he was getting married, she knew their casual affair was over.

"You won't regret it?" He gripped her waist from behind and nipped her earlobe, his voice low and husky. "A chance this good won't come around again."

"What chance? I'm not becoming someone's mistress." She was slick with sweat, burning all over, and could barely hold herself together.

He clicked his tongue, a little regretfully.

Once their passion had run its course, so had their relationship.

From then on, she never showed up again. He, however, began to realize what he really felt for her.