Chief Instructor, You've Fallen for Me

A stern, iron-blooded chief instructor who keeps desire at bay | A cool and composed art school counselor | A delicate game of boundaries | Unspoken favoritism | A restrained fall into passion | Mutual push and pull

Shen Wanling thought her encounter with Fu Cenli would be brief, brought about only by military training.

He was the chief instructor, with the authority to command the training and an icy air that warned strangers to keep their distance. She was a gentle, attentive counselor at an art school, used to stepping in to shield her students.

Then came the torrential rain, and she sprained her ankle. Without a word, he carried her into the downpour. As she lay against his back, she caught the faint scent of soap at the nape of his neck, and her heart suddenly missed a beat.

On the last night of training, he kissed her backstage. “I’m not good at saying sweet things. But I can promise you this: from now on, I’ll be there with you every step of the way.”

After they married, he would bring her soy milk and buns in the morning, accompany her to pick out pearl earrings at the market at dusk, and listen with her to the waves murmuring on the terrace late at night.

Then a sudden spell of weakness and dizziness revealed to them that this passionate summer had brought them twice as much joy.

The blazing sun brought them together, and the evening breeze bore witness to all their years to come.

Reading guide: Fu Cenli, the obsessive, restrained chief instructor × Shen Wanling, the cool, gentle yet strong-willed art school counselor