Marrying Up

Lu Xing'er met someone.

His downturned eyes were filled with indolence. He handled people and affairs with effortless ease, yet somehow looked like a naive big boy with nothing to hide.

Of all the things about him, what Lu Xing'er remembered most was that night, when the stars glimmered faintly, a gentle breeze brushed her cheek, and the scent of magnolia filled the air. Sitting in his car, he said to her casually yet earnestly, "Lu Xing'er, be my girlfriend."

Lu Xing'er thought Shen Zan was unreasonable. He had a bad temper and had to be humored. He was impatient with people and everything else. She kept track of every little thing he did wrong, never giving him credit for a single good thing.

But later, looking back, she realized that perhaps she was the one who had truly gone too far.

[Bonus Scene]

Shen Zan's diary:

I accidentally broke her favorite eyeliner, the one supposedly with the smoothest application. She was so mad she didn't speak to me for three days.

I bought a new one and put it back. She calmed down, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

But later, she secretly drew a little pig on the back of my third shirt. That disobedient little girl.

I wanted to teach her a lesson and show her what Young Master Shen could do.

But I couldn't bring myself to. The pig looked a little like her, too. Cute...

[Love makes people brave, and childish, too]

"Kisses Everywhere" is now open for advance follows, quack~

Song Yi first met Fu Xichen in the office of their firm.

The man wore a pristine white shirt, every button fastened perfectly. His gold-rimmed glasses gave him a cold, ascetic air, while his long fingers danced over the keyboard like they were playing piano keys.

After that, Fu Xichen taught Song Yi plenty of professional skills. Facing such a seasoned senior, Song Yi was anxious and deferential.

She always thought their relationship was a perfectly proper mentor-student one.

Until after a dinner party, when a drunk Fu Xichen sat on a redwood sofa, two buttons undone at his collar. His usual cold, ascetic air now carried an inexplicable hint of danger.

Those fingers that usually flew over the keyboard now tapped slowly, one beat at a time, against a glass. "Song Yi, I've taught you for so long. How are you going to repay me?"

"Senior, when I get paid this month, I'll treat you to dinner." Song Yi replied earnestly and respectfully.

The man gave a scornful laugh and spoke in a deep voice, its hoarseness leaving no room for refusal. "Song Yi, come sit over here."

From the first time I saw you, I've wanted to do this.

P.S. The title comes from Miriam Yeung's song "Kisses Everywhere".