I had a fever and wanted my best friend to come comfort me. I accidentally sent the message to my ex-boyfriend instead. [Baby, I'm burning up so bad, it's unbearable. Come help me quickly.] In my delirium, I made a typo. Instead of "burning up" (fever), I typed "horny." My ex, Ethan, replied with snark: [Weren't you so tough when we broke up? Now you're begging me in the middle of the night? How lonely are you?] A moment later, I realized my mistake. I quickly clarified: [Sorry to bother you, problem solved.] He replied instantly: [???] [WTF, who did you find?] [Only ten minutes? Didn't you say you have high standards after breaking up with me?] [Heh, playing hard to get again? You think I'll fall for it and come running back like a dog? Hilarious.] [Why aren't you replying? Guilty?] [Hey, what are you doing?] [...I'm on my way.] [Wash up and wait. I last way longer than him.] Chapter 1 During the Labor Day long weekend, I went on a trip with my best friend. Maybe it was the change in climate, but I caught a cold the night we landed. My best friend went out to buy medicine. I curled up on the hotel king bed like a cooked shrimp. People are always fragile when they're sick. Weakly, I opened my messages and texted Sarah, who had just left. [Baby, I'm burning up (fever), it feels terrible.] [Miss you, come help me quickly boohoo.] She has no sense of direction, so I specifically reminded her: [Marriott Hotel 8703, don't get lost.] After sending it, I threw my phone aside and turned on the TV to distract myself. Maybe my pious summons worked. Sarah soon returned with big and small bags, irreverent as always: "Bought the meds and dinner. After you eat, baby, we can go another three hundred rounds!" I struggled to open my eyes and identify the bags: "...Where's the fever reducer? Did you not see the message I sent you?" Sarah hissed lightly, raising her hands: "Heaven is my witness, you didn't send me anything." I grumpily opened my messages and shoved the phone in her face. Gritting my teeth, I said, "Look again?" Two seconds later, Sarah stared at the screen and burst out laughing: "Holy sh*t baby, you sent it to the wrong person hahahahaha!" Why was this woman laughing so lewdly? I focused my eyes, then was dumbfounded. I had accidentally sent the message meant for Sarah to my ex-boyfriend, Ethan. Both of their profile pictures were blue. I was burning up with fever and saw it wrong. Sarah was still laughing. "Typo: 'horny'? How is this different from stripping naked and seducing him!" Yes, I not only sent it to the wrong person. I also made a typo. A perfectly normal sentence was turned into something that looked like a shady ad for "door-to-door service." "Tell me the truth." Sarah grabbed my shoulders, looking serious: "Are you still not over him and did this on purpose?" My throat hurt and was hoarse. I explained with despair: "Don't you know me? Over is over. I don't eat regurgitated grass." "Don't speak so absolutely. Ethan was your first love after all... sigh, let me see what he replied." Ethan: [Playing wild, huh? Going out of state just to hook up?] [Can't that rich fiancé of yours satisfy you?] [Weren't you so tough when we broke up? Now you're begging me in the middle of the night? How lonely are you?] His words were harsh. Through the screen, I could imagine the disgust and mockery in the man's eyes as he typed these words. Sarah gave me an idea, "Ask him, ask him if he's singing out of tune." I didn't understand, "So?" "No matter how he replies, you say—" She smiled mysteriously, "Let me tune you up." "..." Chapter 2 I pinched her waist, not too lightly but not too hard. "Damn girl, you just want chaos, don't you!" "Ow ow ow." Sarah's tone was very affected: "Can I be your little bunny? Bunnies are easy to raise, just feed them grass." Seeing my face getting darker, she immediately tried to fix it: "Sorry, sending dirty messages is really bad. Not only does it not solve the problem, it corrupts the youth. We should send more positive content..." I couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed a pillow and threw it at her. "Take this, you dirty girl!" We played around for a while, then suddenly remembered I hadn't replied to Ethan. So I stopped and held down the voice message button. Breathing slightly, I said hoarsely: "Sorry to bother you, problem solved." Too lazy to explain too much to him. Sleepiness surged, I yawned. Hugged the pillow and fell into a deep sleep. Letting Sarah fake cry in my ear: "It wasn't easy to come out and play with you, we haven't even done this and that, how can you ignore me boohoo..." This sleep was very restless. In my dream, I went back to three years ago. The day I broke up with Ethan. I threw the necklace he gave me on the ground. Stepped on it with high heels, crushing it again and again. "Can something this cheap even be called a gift?" Actually, it wasn't cheap. It was bought with money Ethan earned from working overtime for two months straight. "I'm sorry baby, if you don't like it, I'll throw it away." There was no anger on Ethan's deep-set face. He knelt on one knee, picked up the red velvet box and threw it into the trash can. Then he held my ankle and kissed the back of my foot. The burning touch made my nose sour. Almost couldn't hold it back. "My studio is about to turn a profit." He looked up at me from below, his gaze devout and firm. "Give me a few more years, I'll give you a better life." I sneered and kicked him away. "Why should I wait for you?" "You didn't think I was serious with you, did you? Dying of laughter, look in the mirror. No money, no power, do you deserve me?" "If your service wasn't decent, I would have dumped you long ago." After speaking, I didn't dare look at Ethan's shocked gaze. Chapter 3 "Baby, what's wrong with you?" His handsome brows furrowed. "Bad mood? Or were you bullied at the company?" Even at this time, he still cared about me. I lowered my eyes, hiding the bitterness. "Ethan, let's break up." "I... am getting engaged." Ethan froze. Tried to grab my hand. "If there's a problem, we'll solve it, don't say things out of anger baby..." "It's the young master of the Ning family." I calmed down, voice very light: "Marrying him, my family's company revenue can double." "And you? Besides a broken necklace, what can you give me?" "I'm sorry, I'm not good enough." "L-Let's not talk about this first..." Ethan's expression was a panic I had never seen before. He leaned in to kiss me, eyes red, eyelashes trembling slightly. "You just said my service was decent, let me serve you okay? Baby, I'll make you comfortable..." I closed my eyes and bit down. The taste of blood spread between my lips and teeth. As if I had touched something dirty, I wiped my lips with force. Sneered, "No wonder people call you a soft rice man (moocher)." Ethan's Adam's apple rolled, staring at my movements. After a long time, he forced a bitter smile. "I know I'm not worthy of you, wanted to talk about the future after the studio stabilized, but if you're in a hurry to get engaged, I can marry you anytime." "I'll hand over all my salary after marriage, the money at home is all yours, we can sign a prenup, if you don't want kids I'll get a vasectomy..." "Nice pie in the sky." I interrupted him, "Marry you, and then rightfully dump your dying grandma on me to take care of? How unlucky!" As soon as the words fell, I regretted it. Ethan was an orphan, raised by his grandma since childhood. Later, grandma had a brain infarction and was admitted to the ICU. Ethan resolutely refused a cent from me, splitting one dollar into two, and managed to scrape together the medical fees. It could be said that grandma was his reverse scale. The last sentence Ethan said to me before leaving was: "Spilled water cannot be gathered. Summer Vance, don't regret it." I opened my eyes abruptly. Sat up and sighed deeply. Tables turn. Three years later, Ethan became a prominent new business tycoon in the capital. And my cheap fiancé hugged a young model and made a scene at the engagement party, making me the laughingstock of the circle. My dad asked me to win him back, I refused. So my bank cards were frozen and I was kicked out of the house, couldn't even afford cold medicine. Chapter 4 Sarah was showering in the bathroom. My cold was much better. Just as I was getting ready to scroll through my phone comfortably, a dozen unread messages popped up. Ethan: [???] [Why is your voice so hoarse? Did you give him... forget it, has nothing to do with me, find whoever you want.] Two minutes later. [Fck, so who did you find in the end?]* [Less than ten minutes total? Didn't you say you have high standards after breaking up with me?] Five minutes later: [Heh, playing hard to get again? You think I'll fall for it and come running back like a dog? Hilarious.] [Why aren't you replying? Guilty?] [Hey, what are you doing?] Half an hour later, 1:30 AM. Ethan: [...I'm on my way.] [Wash up and wait, I last way longer than him.] I did a carp kip and jumped up. "It's over, it's over, it's over!" Sarah heard the noise and teased me playfully. "Yo, awake?" "Don't rush concubine, the Emperor will favor you properly after washing up~" ...Right, don't rush. I comforted myself. This is more than 400 miles from the capital. How could he really come. The next second, a knock on the door. I heard Ethan's nonchalant voice: "Open the door, brought you something good to eat." Hey, I really didn't believe in evil. Woosh——I pulled the door open. Then successfully met the eyes of the man outside in a well-fitting suit with deep eyebrows. I froze on the spot. In an instant, all was silent, only the "thump thump" of my heart beating wildly remained in my ears. "Just woke up?" Not seen for three years, Ethan exuded a mature and noble charm in every gesture. His gaze swept over me into the room, his tone as natural as if we had never separated. "Where's the guy?" I subconsciously thought he meant Sarah. "In... in the bathroom showering." "It's early morning, pretty eager." He snorted with unclear meaning. Long arms wrapped around my waist, pressing down involuntarily. Breath hot, low voice hitting my eardrums. "...While he's not out, let's finish quickly." He lowered his head to kiss. I quickly covered my mouth. The man's slender fingers carried the temperature of early autumn, rubbing the soft flesh of my waist. "You called me here, now you say no, too late." My face turned completely red. "Haven't brushed teeth..." Ethan chuckled low. Fine kisses fell, from my chin to my neck. As my stiff body softened bit by bit, Ethan bit my ear: "Can tell, he didn't satisfy you last night." "..." The moment the back clasp was undone, a ringtone rang. Ethan glanced at the phone and answered. A woman's soft voice broke the ambiguity in the room. "Ethan, when will you arrive in Cloud City, do you need me to pick you up at the airport?" It was like a bucket of cold water poured over my head. The hot blood all over my body instantly turned cold. How could I forget. Tech upstart Ethan, supported by his ex-girlfriend Chloe Song from the trough to today, their relationship is very deep. Last week they were photographed going home together by paparazzi, suspected good news soon.
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