Bartholomeus Beighlie's Book
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Broken Hearts, Newfound Love
Here’s the translation of your text into English: Chen Chu sent my private photos to his buddy. "My girlfriend has a nice figure, right?!" he texted, accompanied by two smug emojis. His buddy replied, "I prefer flat chests." Looking at the chat history made my scalp tingle with unease and disgust. Chen Chu shrugged indifferently, "They're both girls, why are you scared to look?" Right, his buddy is a girl. "Then aren't you afraid she’ll send them to others, or use them for something else?" I tossed my phone aside, not wanting to look again. In the two years we’ve been together, I have no idea how many times I’ve had conflicts over this buddy of Chen Chu’s. I’ve said harsh words and done foolish things. In the end, they still share everything and are inseparable. Meanwhile, I feel like a petty, unreasonable shrew. I’ve had enough; this really doesn’t align with the way we Scorpios operate. This time, I don’t want to play this game with them anymore.