Spin The Bottle | YiZhan
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  • Reads 84,894
  • Votes 5,512
  • Parts 17
  • Time 1h 24m
Complete, First published Oct 10, 2020
Wang Yibo, also known as the Ice Prince because of his cold and distant nature.

Xiao Zhan, dared to chase after the Ice Prince and will do everything just to get him.

When these two hearts meet, everything in their world will alter permanently. Love, misery, hatred, jealousy, they will last battling with their emotions that they can never rule, until it's too late for them to admit their love for each other.

SPIN THE BOTTLE
Genre: Humor, LGBTQ+, Short Story
Status: Completed
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