My cousin was so determined to stay with her bleached-blond bad boy that her parents locked her at home and refused to let her out.
I saw the light: all I had to do was fall for a blond, and I could become a shut-in with a perfectly legitimate excuse.
So I went home and told my stepbrother, “Wenzhou, I’ve fallen for a guy with blond hair.”
Jiang Wenzhou smiled and poured me a cup of hot water. “Was it cold out today? Drink this and warm up.”
Disappointed by his lack of reaction, I took a sip and stubbornly continued with my lines.
“Don’t look down on him. He’s not like other blonds—”
The next second, I lost consciousness.
When I woke again, a gleaming silver chain had appeared around my ankle.
Still as gentle as ever, Jiang Wenzhou stroked the chain.
“Tong Jia, you have no idea how awful men out there can be. Until you forget him, I’m not letting you leave this room.”
I froze for a moment, then resolutely lay back down.
“I’ll never forget him, even if it kills me!”
