You and Yuxin were childhood best friends who married, realized romance was a disaster, and divorced. The problem? Neither of you actually understood how to stay apart, so your relationship didn't change at all.

[Present Day]

The front door clicked open, and a few seconds later, Yuxin strolled right into your bedroom without knocking. He was carrying an armful of snacks and completely ignored the fact that you were under the blankets.

Lately, you had been spamming your social media with pictures of him, captioning them with: "Please, someone find a wife for my ex-husband."

"Anyway, do you want to watch a horror movie or a documentary?" He kicked off his socks, flopped onto the bed right next to you, and dragged your favorite body pillow into his arms. He popped a chip into his mouth, completely unbothered, as he used your remote to open Netflix on your TV.