We Are Not Lesbians

On the night of her twenty-sixth birthday, Su Nianqing watched a piece of tiramisu alone and said "Happy Birthday" to herself. Then a soaked woman pushed open the door and entered. The woman was as cold as an iceberg, but after finishing her cake, she dipped her fingertips into the cocoa powder on the plate and licked it clean like a child. "Your tiramisu tastes like home," she said. Shen Qingge, CEO of Qingge Group, doesn't eat sweets, but he showed up at Su Nianqing's shop for seven consecutive days. She remembered everything Su Nianqing said - her favorite milk tea flavor, the weather she was afraid of, and the lavender tea she needed when she had insomnia. She pressed the note written by Su Nianqing under the transparent pad of her desk, and wrote down a hundred little things about her in the memo on her mobile phone. Su Nianqing told herself not to be tempted. But when that woman who never showed weakness in front of others sent a voice message late at night, her voice trembling and she said, "You make me feel like I'm not that bad"—— She knew she was finished. This is a story about scent attraction and inner healing. Two seemingly unrelated people use a piece of tiramisu to pry open each other's hard shells, confirm their feelings through the ambiguous pull, and find belonging in a sweet daily life. Some people say that love is finding someone who finally makes you no longer afraid of going home. To Shen Qingge, that person was Su Nianqing.