I Ship My Rival x Me

CHAPTER 38

<< Gu Yiliang's Diary – Excerpt 17 — Confessions>>

I made my adversary sleep with me without giving him any benefits.

While writing this line down, my emotions were truly mixed. Looking at these words written down permanently, I personally don't dare to believe it. It truly feels like a dream.

Ai, how did things end up like this ^^(strike out the emoji).

I feel that I've sinned terribly, and at the same time, I feel overly delighted — this makes me feel that I've sinned even more terribly.

<< Gu Yiliang's Diary – Excerpt 18>>

My adversary is still sleeping in his room. I don't want to be away from him for too long, so if my handwriting is illegible, just let it be illegible.

After interacting with him over the past two days, I've discovered that he likes the muddle-headed and cute type the best. However, I'm not exactly the muddle-headed and cute sort of person, so I was thinking about taking this drinking opportunity to pretend to be drunk and make him happy.

In the end, I thought that I was pretending to be drunk, only to be really drunk. However, even though I was drunk, my mind was still aware of what was going on.

I said that I was slightly tipsy, but my partner did not believe it.

No, not partner, my adversary. Oops.

Drinking always bungles things up, as alcohol was really too good at bolstering one's courage, as well as making one impulsive. Sometimes only a smidge of thought would appear in one's mind, but the body would immediately react and do what it wanted to do.

—Where the heart goes, the body goes. I can't lay the blame on the alcohol — the heart wants what the heart wants.

The more I interact with my adversary, the more I can feel his adorableness from every inch of my heart and soul.

It's carved in his very bones, and it's very appealing, as well as very alluring.

It made no difference whether I smoked the fourth cigarette anymore. Things that should happen would always happen, and feelings that would occur would always occur.

Whenever he greeted me, I would often pay attention to his expression and tone, noticing how clear and bright his eyes were. Whenever I attended the same event as him, I would also pay attention to his position and often discuss with my assistant how much thought he had placed into his outfits.

More than a year ago, when I saw the photo of his leg injury, my heart inexplicably skipped a beat. I never managed to understand why I felt that way, but now I understand.

Bit by bit, piece by piece, with unrealized focus, as well as feelings that were inexplicably influenced, I finally found my home, a place where I belonged.

<< Gu Yiliang's Diary – Excerpt 19>>

I don't want to be his sugar daddy, I want to woo him.

<< Gu Yiliang's Diary – Excerpt 20>>

Although I don't know how to woo him, life's like that, and I have to at least try.

The perfect life as depicted in books — 70% satiation, 30% drunk, and 100% harvest; live the best quality life you can get, work moderately, and listen to your innermost self about your desires.

This is true, but as I keep my feet on the ground, I'm also a little greedy. I want everything to be 100%, and I want everything to be the best.

What's even greedier is that there's a place for him everywhere and in everything I want.