Summary
The year I was the biggest simp. The aloof top student pinched my chin until it flushed red, his gaze icy. “Jiang Li, the way you wag your tail and beg for scraps is so cheap.” I kissed him carefully. “Please… I really do like you…” He pinned me down in the equipment room and kissed me until I cried. After we got married, everyone said I was lucky to have landed the Young Master of Jiang City. But I grew tired of him. Tipsy, I wrapped my arms around a pretty little puppy boy and said, “An old, sallow-faced husband is cheap and disgusting. How could he ever compare to a diamond-tier college boy?” The man’s eyes went red. Trembling, he peeled off his clothes piece by piece, his expression filled with despair. “I got treatments done. I put on the waist chain and bells you like… Look at me. Please, look at me.”