Chapter 20: Delirious Dreams

You want me to wear this? What a joke. But Xiaohe was already tugging at my clothes. Today, I was wearing an extremely ordinary plaid shirt—I'd bet that no one in this bar looked as unfashionable as me. Even the cleaning lady…

Chapter 19: You Need a New Punishment

The office was quiet. I buried my head at my little workstation, the cold blue light from the computer screen reflecting off my glasses. Information on the page fluttered rapidly before my eyes. I scrolled the mouse wheel so fast…

Chapter 18: It Came to Know Its Weakness

Its voice didn’t stop just because the alarm clock shattered. To it, my anger was like dousing fire with gasoline, piling frost atop snow—it only made things escalate further. The thin door panel couldn’t block its words; each sy…

Chapter 17: "No Cheating."

That was probably the fastest reaction I've ever had in my life. Liang Zhiting barely turned his face slightly, and I quickly stretched out both hands, gripping his cheeks firmly and forcing his face back around. If I had bee…

Chapter 16: The Real and the Fake

Lately, it’s been getting better and better at speaking. I can’t help but marvel. Soon, its speech will be indistinguishable from any normal person’s, and the only way to tell it apart will be by those seam marks on its body. Thi…

 Chapter 15: “You Look Good No Matter What”

I slept until noon the next day. When I woke up, my whole body ached; I couldn’t even raise my arms. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought the thing sleeping beside me had beaten me all night. My head throbbed like it was bei…

Chapter 14: Something Moved

This was the first wedding I had ever attended in my life—the wedding of the person I loved.  On stage, Fu Qian walked steadily in her pristine white wedding gown, gracefully accompanying the beautiful wedding march toward her fu…

Chapter 13: “There Won't Be A Next Tme”

“No?”  No what? I furrowed my brows, irritation prickling under my skin. What the hell—just picking up scraps of words and now spewing nonsense I can’t even understand? My lips ached. Kissing it used to be familiar ground—always …