Summary
My fiancé has someone he likes. What a coincidence, I do too.
On the day of our date, we were both cold as ice to each other.
After we sat down, we each played on our phones, typing until our hands nearly cramped.
Me: “Boohoo, my fiancé looks so scary. He won’t turn out to be abusive, will he?”
H: “Don’t be afraid. I know a bit of martial arts myself.”
A blissful smile appeared on my face.
H: “My fiancée had a huge fight with her family. She doesn’t want to marry me.”
Me: “That stupid woman has no taste! I want to elope with you, gege!”
Beside me, He Yizhi played with his phone, the corner of his lips curling up in a strange smile.