Smut · Ongoing
When Ye Xiu's call came through, Huang Shaotian was sitting by a flower bed downstairs, chin in hand, pondering whether he should visit a temple to pray to the Bodhisattva this weekend. He'd been experiencing so much bad luck lately that it surely couldn't be a coincidence. First, a few months ago, a role he was assigned was suddenly given to another actor at the last minute, as informed by the director. A month prior, a late-night talk show where he was a guest was also canceled. Then there were countless other trivial misfortunes. The most infuriating incident was today: as soon as he stepped out the door, someone snatched his bag. He chased them through several streets, only to fall and scrape his limbs, failing to retrieve his belongings. There was nothing valuable in the bag, just his house keys. Now that they were gone, how was he supposed to open his door?!
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