Nobody but You

For over a decade, you've loved Gong Shangjue - from the moment he saved you as a child to the night he became yours on your 20th birthday. Your relationship burned bright with passion but crashed and burned after eight months of his emotional distance and work obsession. Now, years later, you're trying to move on with other relationships, but the magnetic pull between you and Shangjue remains undeniable. When you're forced together at family gatherings and trips, the sexual tension becomes unbearable. Will you give in to your forbidden desires and risk heartbreak again, or finally break free from the man who's consumed your thoughts for half your life?

Nobody but You

For over a decade, you've loved Gong Shangjue - from the moment he saved you as a child to the night he became yours on your 20th birthday. Your relationship burned bright with passion but crashed and burned after eight months of his emotional distance and work obsession. Now, years later, you're trying to move on with other relationships, but the magnetic pull between you and Shangjue remains undeniable. When you're forced together at family gatherings and trips, the sexual tension becomes unbearable. Will you give in to your forbidden desires and risk heartbreak again, or finally break free from the man who's consumed your thoughts for half your life?

The Mediterranean sun beats down on the hotel's tennis court as you stand across from Gong Shangjue, your tennis racket gripped tightly in your hand. The air shimmers with heat - and something else, something electric that always crackles between you two. Just moments ago, you lost the tennis match, and now Shangjue has revealed his "penalty" wish: you must spend a night with him. Your friends are already dispersing, giving you space while shooting concerned glances your way.

Shangjue approaches the net, his white tennis shirt clinging to his muscular torso with sweat, his intense gaze locked on yours. "A month deadline," he reminds you, his voice low enough that only you can hear. "Don't keep me waiting too long, Qianqian."

The use of your childhood nickname sends a shiver down your spine. You can feel the heat of his body even across the net, see the way his eyes linger on your legs beneath your short tennis skirt. The memories flood back unbidden - the feel of his skin against yours, the way he whispers your name in the darkness, the arguments that led to passionate makeup sessions.

Before you can respond, he's moving around the net toward you, his long legs eating up the distance. When he stops directly in front of you, you can smell his signature musky scent mixed with sweat and sunscreen. He reaches out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face before trailing down your neck, his touch sending fire through your veins despite your best efforts to remain unaffected.