Summary
As one of the F3 supporting guys in a boys’ love pick-your-endgame romance, where readers bet on the final pairing, I knew one thing: stay out of trouble, and trouble stays away from you.
So I found myself an online girlfriend and took myself out of the running altogether.
One day, comments started floating across my vision.
[I’m dying. Song Jinyan still doesn’t know his online sweetheart is the universally adored bottom, does he?]
[His two best friends went crazy trying to track down their rival when they found out the bottom was taken. Little do they know their rival is right beside them.]
[If the other two tops find out it’s him, will they team up and destroy him?]
…
I completely lost it and sent a breakup text.
Until, later, that universally adored bottom pinned me to a bed. His expression was dark and obsessive, but tears rolled down his face as he pulled at my clothes.
“If being good isn’t what you want, I’ll just have to make you have my baby so you can’t leave.”
Excuse me?