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Zhou Xiaqing has a childhood friend named Chen Jinshan. They grew up together, moving houses twice as neighbors, evolving from across-the-hall to simply next door.
Chen Jinshan is tall with fair skin and a handsome face. He loves sports, is an incredible swimmer, and possesses a sunny, open personality that everyone adores essentially a human Golden Retriever. However, he is the exact opposite toward Zhou Xiaqing: his eyes are cold, his words are sarcastic, he avoids physical contact, and he eventually unilaterally “broke off relations” with her, drawing a firm line. It made it seem as if she had committed some unforgivable sin. Such a jerk she couldn’t find a second one even if she searched the world over with a lantern.
She assumed they would remain this way forever, until.
Suffering from crushing academic stress and nearing a breakdown, Zhou Xiaqing sought physical solace and took the initiative to invite him. Even though they had been pretending to be strangers for a long time, she knew him inside and out: he was physically “clean,” had a blank slate in terms of relationships, was healthy, and they shared a history but no current obligations. He wouldn’t be too much trouble. An excellent choice.
After keeping this secret relationship for a while, Zhou Xiaqing realized through firsthand experience just how vigorous this jerk’s stamina really was.
One time, unable to contain her curiosity, she asked: “Did you usually solve things by watching movies in the past?”
After thinking about it seriously, Chen Jinshan replied with brutal honesty: “I preferred to imagine things in my head back then.”
Zhou Xiaqing’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell me all types of movies couldn’t satisfy you? You’re such a pervert.”
Chen Jinshan replied without hesitation: “It’s true, they couldn’t satisfy me.”
Because only when he closed his eyes could he see the girl he had been longing for day and night. Her waterfall of pitch-black hair, her clear, distinct eyes, her small, pert nose, and her pale lips. There was a tiny, faint mole on the left side of her nose bridge. She was cool, beautiful, and looked exactly like a blossoming gardenia.
After saying this, Chen Jinshan turned his head to stare intently at Zhou Xiaqing’s familiar profile, his tone murmuring as if he were lost in a dream:
