Summary
My boyfriend wanted to break up. His buddy was afraid I’d pester him, so he simply told me he was dead. “Sis-in-law, my condolences.” I nodded. “I’ve already booked an abortion.” He was instantly dumbfounded. Si Che was so guilty he couldn’t sleep all night, slapping himself hard across the face in the middle of the night. The day he accompanied me to the gynecology department for the procedure, my boyfriend caught him red-handed and pinned him down for a brutal beating. “I can’t even bear to lay a finger on her. How dare you torment her until she ended up in the hospital?” Si Che: “?” That night, he frantically sent me messages. “Can you get pregnant without being touched?” “Say something, you bastard!”