It’s been six months since Wen Yu broke up with his ex-girlfriend, and he’s never regretted it.
Maybe because his hand slipped and he dropped a hundred-yuan bill into the offering box when he went to pray at the New Year, his wish for “love” actually came true.
Just in a way he couldn’t accept.
After school started, the two of them were assigned to the same class and seated together again, but neither dared look at the other. While their classmates chatted away, he and Xia Yan sat frozen in their seats, as silent as the grave.
There was no helping it. They’d both been having erotic dreams about each other since the New Year.
As for his mother suddenly bringing up remarriage, Wen Yu could already guess what would happen next.
Land God, this kind of love isn’t sweet at all!
