My Mortal Enemy and I Fell in Love

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The celibate Buddhist and I are sworn enemies. Yet one drunken night, we ended up in bed together, temporarily setting aside all grudges. The next morning, I woke up and fled in panic. Two years later, he stopped me at the airport, and I was carrying a baby. “Is the child mine?” He stared at me. Guilty, I lowered my head and mumbled, “It’s the dog’s…” Just as he became certain he was the child’s father, another man suddenly put his arm around my shoulder. “I’m her husband, surname Cẩu.”