That day I broke up, my best friend took me to a Thai male model restaurant to relax.

Originally heartbroken by a scumbag, I also wanted to indulge myself in anger.

The restaurant was open, with a huge rectangular pool in the middle.

There were more than twenty male models in tight black shorts, with exposed chests and eight-pack abs.

These male models were very handsome, tall and slim, with deep eyes, smiling at the corners of their mouths, comparable to domestic boy idols.

"Miss, come down and play."

At this moment, a male model who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with a healthy wheat-colored skin, waved at me.

He looked very young, very sunny, like he was under twenty.

His handsome face, deep eyes seemed to pull people into an abyss, thin lips slightly curled, making the blood in my body surge.

Tall and handsome, the sunny younger brother greeted me, instantly lifting my mood.

This was totally the domineering male lead in an idol drama, also my criteria for choosing a partner.

But with so many men here, I really dare not go into the water. I regret agreeing with my best friend to indulge here.

Just as I was thinking of finding an excuse to leave, the male model spoke.

"So, miss is shy?"

There were many Chinese tourists in Thailand, and the boy spoke very slowly in Chinese.

He smiled and suddenly reached out, pulling me into the pool.

"Ah!"

Caught off guard, I fell into the pool, screaming in fright.

"Miss, don't be afraid."

The boy's big hand held onto my waist, preventing me from sinking to the bottom.

Seeing me choke on water, a teasing voice came from above.

[Can't swim? I can teach you.]

His face exuded a youthful smile, male hormones blossoming, so handsome!

My face started to turn red.

"My name is Gilbert."

Gilbert grinned at me.

[Sister, can I teach you how to swim?]

Gilbert pulled me into the water, occasionally instructing me on how to open my arms, and move forward with the flow of water.

I can swim.

But now, I was very grateful that I pretended I couldn't!

After swimming for a while, Gilbert asked me: [Sister, do you have a boyfriend?]

I quickly shook my head: [No, no!]

My ex-boyfriend is gay. Every time I held his hand, he would call me shameless.

He would PUA me, saying that between men and women, holding hands should only happen after marriage, all for the good of a girl like me.

I stupidly believed him before.

Until I accidentally found out that my ex-boyfriend was gay!

Damn it, my ex was only with me to use me as a shield.

Can I bear this?

I don't want to endure it anymore!

Blushing shyly, Gilbert extended a gentlemanly hand to me: [So, sister, do you have a boyfriend now.]