Summary
Three months after I ended things with my sugar daddy, I accidentally used his linked payment account to buy a box of ultra-thin condoms.
He texted me: Is he better than me?
I ignored him.
That night, when I returned to my hotel from a business trip, a tall figure blocked my way.
The man who was supposed to be thousands of miles away had crossed the distance to stand before me, travel-worn and breathless.
In bed, he tormented me again and again.
When I was utterly undone, he bit my earlobe and asked on purpose, “Can he get you there too?”
I bit my lip and said nothing, secretly delighted by his jealousy.
Only afterward, when the desire had faded from his eyes, did he say, “Qiao Yi, I’m getting married.”
“This was our last time.”