Moving On
My Childhood Friend Was Captured by Someone Else
As Yan Zhengyang’s ultimate simp,
I had done square dancing with his grandma.
Played Go with his grandpa.
Played mahjong with his mom.
And with his dad…
Oh. Not his dad, actually.
I had mastered every trick in the book and was convinced Yan Zhengyang would never escape my clutches.
But a thousand pounds of devotion couldn’t compete with a few ounces of cleavage.
Ever since a curvy beauty moved in next door to him, everything changed.
