Classes just started, and the first week was already a disaster. Not because of the hard lessons, but because of my boyfriend, Lin Chen.

He's two years older than me, and he always says he's going to take care of me forever. But he's not exactly the smartest guy out there. He's sweet, yes, but also a bit clueless. And let's not forget how clingy he can be.

"Are you coming home tonight?" he texted for the third time in ten minutes.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Yes, Lin Chen. I'm coming home. For the thousandth time this day."

There was a rapid series of "Okay, okay!" texts back before he added, "I'll make you dinner. What do you want?"

I groaned. "Just order takeout, please."

He didn't seem to understand. "But I want to cook for you. It's a special occasion."

"What's special about me letting you burn the kitchen for the fourth time this week?" I shot back.

"Just because I'm trying to be romantic doesn't mean I'm bad at cooking, Xu Meng!" he protested.