Handsome Male Lead
Top-Tier Knockoff
Just now, I found the note my fiancé had saved me under in his phone.
“Top-tier A-grade knockoff.”
Those four words were enough to make my blood run cold.
No wonder he always said I looked so much like my older sister.
Turns out he’d been harboring those kinds of thoughts all along.
I couldn’t accept it. I immediately packed up my things and was about to leave, only to run straight into his gorgeous twenty-year-old younger brother-and in that instant, I changed my mind.
“At least I’m an A-grade knockoff. Look at you-you’re at most your brother’s 9.9-yuan free-shipping bargain-bin version.”
The Bodhisattva’s Curtain
I was a female scripture teacher who recited sutras for the madam of the household.
Yet in the middle of the night, someone cornered me behind the incense-draped curtains and asked me who was better-looking: him or the Bodhisattva.
That night, I did not choose the Bodhisattva.
Unfortunately, after barely three months, he came to bid me farewell.
I thought he had simply grown tired of me, so I agreed without fuss.
From then on, he lived beneath the glow of red lanterns, lost in endless pleasure, while I returned alone to the ancient Buddha and my solitary lamp.
Who would have thought that later, when he learned I had been drowned in a pond… He went mad.
The Advantage of Being Next Door
A new neighbor moved in next door-a man who radiated a wild, untamed energy from head to toe.
He always came home late at night.
On the rare occasions I ran into him in the elevator, he was quiet and withdrawn, looking nothing like a decent guy.
Until one night, without the slightest warning, the water in my apartment cut off.
Halfway through my shower, I stood there in silence for a long moment before wrapping myself in a bathrobe and knocking on my neighbor’s door.
“Bro, can I borrow your bathroom?”
The Tattooed Muscle Man Next Door
The year my parents died in an accident, I was a sophomore in high school.
My relatives had their eyes on the inheritance and compensation money they left behind, and they kept coming by to harass me.
Finally, I knocked on the door of my Tattooed Neighbor.
“Hey, are you in the underworld?”