Synopsis
Fu Yuhan had spent ten years quietly carrying a torch for his straight childhood friend. It went nowhere. And the whole time, he choked down jealousy by the bucketful. "Wen Yu and I are really close." "Wen Yu's got the looks and the grades. Half the girls in school are into him." "Wen Yu this, Wen Yu that…" …Wen your mother. Everyone says childhood friends can't beat a heaven-sent, and this particular heaven-sent was even naturally bent. Fu Yuhan's mental state did not survive the news. From that point on, the two of them were at each other's throats behind…
