In the year Ye Man turned twenty-seven, a lottery ticket he bought on a whim won him 100 million.
With that money as his backing, he boldly slept with a man from Qinghai who had come to Dongcheng for a trip.
Before the man left, Ye Man clung to him—kissing, hugging, acting spoiled, and playing cute.
After the man left, Ye Man deleted and blocked him in one go, cutting things off completely.
One month later, in a guesthouse in Lhasa, the owner of the inn looked at him with a half-smile and said to the handsome Tibetan man beside him, “Have your friend take a seat.”
Ye Man’s whole body turned cold. He suddenly remembered what the man had said before leaving Dongcheng:
“If I’m not here, don’t go flirting around with other people. If I find out, I’ll throw you and that third party into the no-man’s land to feed the wolves.”
