A rich playboy and notorious hooligan who runs a street-food stall x a sensitive, fastidious top student
Super sweet romance, no angst. Five-year age gap, each other’s first and only love (yes, really). Come on in, everyone!
Blurb 1:
The old hooligan Duan Fuzi’s coffin lid couldn’t hold him down. He bought a standing-room ticket overnight and ran, and when he caught the little liar, he didn’t say a word. He just grabbed him around the waist and pulled him into his arms.
Blurb 2:
Yan Ercha is sweet and gentle in front of other people, but in private he’s cool and aloof, and even smokes.
One day, he was sitting cross-legged on a secluded little stone table, smoking, when he got caught. His eyes turned red and teary with fright.
“I-I didn’t mean to s-smoke…” he said timidly.
Duan Fuzi stood with his hands on his hips, all muscle. Seeing how pitifully obedient he looked, his heart began to pound. Unable to resist, he took the cigarette from between Yan Ercha’s fingers and took a deep drag.
“I won’t, I won’t ever…”
Before he could finish, the old hooligan Duan grabbed him by the chin and smothered him in a kiss that tasted of tobacco.
He kissed him until tears slid down Ercha’s cheeks, then kissed them away.
He has poor logic and is always angry. What are he angry about? I feel pitiful for passers-by and doctors🥲.
So beautiful!