Summary
It was only on the day I married Song He that I realized I had chosen the wrong Pursuit target.
At this moment, he was pinned down in the dressing room by his childhood sweetheart.
“Brother, will you elope with me?”
Song He’s eyes were dark, his hand gripping her waist, eyes red as he said, “Beg me.”
Outside the dressing room, the System’s voice was mournful: “Host, we’ve chosen the wrong Pursuit target! Your Pursuit target is his good friend, Gu Yuan. There’s only one hour left for the mission.”
So, before Song He could run away from the wedding, I ran first.
I turned around and forcefully kissed his friend next door.
“Brother, if I say I like you, and that I’m just friends with your brother, would you believe me?”
Gu Yuan wiped the blood from his lips and sneered, “Little Green Tea (a derogatory term for a woman who feigns innocence and purity to manipulate men), are you fucking addicted to fishing for men?”