Keeping You to Myself

1.

Chu Ling first met Bo Yu on a night of heavy snow.

Everything around them was blanketed in white. He was injured, his tall, slender frame looking gaunt and disheveled, snow dusting his brows.

She brought him home and cared for him attentively.

A few days later, he recovered and left without a word.

When her friend heard the news, they cursed him out. "What a cold-blooded ingrate. Good riddance."

Chu Ling merely gazed out the window without a word.

2.

Later, Chu Ling ran into Bo Yu again at a business reception.

He wore a Klein blue suit, elegant and immaculate, with every button of his white shirt done up neatly. But when he looked at her, his eyes held a cool, distant indifference. He was a completely different person from before.

Chu Ling heard the people around her call him "Mr. Jiang."

She had thought they would never cross paths again.

But after the reception, Jiang Yunmu cornered her in the lounge. "Miss Chu, have we met before?"

Chu Ling's beautiful face was flushed from the alcohol. She smiled, eyes tilting up at the corners, and reached up to hook an arm around his neck, pulling him down

She rose onto her toes and left a rosy, ambiguous lip print beside his lips.

3.

One day after the two had started dating, Chu Ling attended a film's kickoff banquet wearing a honey-colored qipao.

During the banquet, she went into the hallway to catch some air.

She accidentally stepped into empty space and fell into a warm embrace.

Jiang Yunmu held her waist with one hand, lazily entwined his fingers with her pale, jade-like ones, then bent down to kiss her neck. Deep, fathomless desire simmered in his sapphire eyes.

Chu Ling thought she knew his nature

Jiang Yunmu would never do something like this in public.

Afraid someone might see them, she pushed at him. "Bo Yu, stop messing around."

But his kisses only grew more fierce and relentless.

Jiang Yunmu held her chin and tilted it up, his voice low and husky:

"You still can't tell me and him apart?"

"How about I teach you how to tell us apart tonight?"

"Our souls are destined to become one, and his wish is my wish, too. There are countless roses in this world, but I only want to keep you all to myself."

[Highlights]

1. Older male lead, 10-year age gap: 19 and 29.

2. The male lead is of mixed Chinese and European descent and has a split personality. Please read with care if this isn't your thing.

3. One-on-one romance, both are each other's first. Feedback is welcome, but nitpicking is not. Enjoy!

4. Please add this to your collection!! Thank you to every lovely reader who stops by~

※, Please add "The One Hundred and First Dream" to your collection

1.

At sixteen, Jing Yan met Liang Tingze for the first time.

The man stood before a gravestone dressed in black from head to toe, his whole being cold and aloof. A cigarette rested between his lips, and his gaze at her was arrogant and unruly.

Jing Yan fell for him in an instant.

During the summer after the college entrance exams, the Jing family held a coming-of-age party for their youngest daughter.

After the party, Jing Yan accidentally overheard Liang Tingze talking with a friend.

His friend asked if he really had no interest in Miss Jing. He stubbed out his cigarette and gave a mocking laugh. "She's just a little sister."

In an instant, her hopes were crushed. Jing Yan forced herself to give up on her unrequited love.

2.

Years later, driven by their own interests, the Jing and Liang families prepared to arrange a marriage between the two families.

Her family asked Jing Yan whom she wanted to marry. Without a moment's hesitation, she named the second son of the Liang family.

Liang Tingze's younger brother.

That evening, at the reception, Liang Tingze cornered Jing Yan in the stairwell, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

She was drunk and slurred, "Brother Tingze, I'm about to become your sister-in-law. Isn't this... a little inappropriate?"

Liang Tingze lifted her chin. A faint smile played in his peach-blossom eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses, but his tone was dark and icy. "Jing Yan, what makes you think I'll let you have your way, hmm?"

Late at night, at the Jiangjing villa.

He pinned Jing Yan against the floor-to-ceiling window, her wrists bound with his dark brown tie.

The man gripped her waist and kneaded it roughly, his voice low and husky, tender yet laced with danger. "Be good, Yanyan. Dump him and be with me."

[Bonus Scene]

After their marriage, rumors circulated that Jing Yan and Liang Tingze were clearly a couple in name only, with nothing between them.

But one day, an accident happened while Jing Yan was livestreaming to show off a new qipao

The Liang family head, rumored to be cold and indifferent and uninterested in women, held up her underwear between his long fingers and said coolly, "You just tossed it on the rug. Do you expect me to wash it for you?"

Jing Yan pointed at the camera and mouthed, "I'm livestreaming."

But Liang Tingze seemed not to understand. He took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders, then bent down to kiss her earlobe. His voice was hoarse. "Fine. I'll wash what I got dirty."

The viewers: ...How did it get dirty? Do tell!

"I dreamed of you a hundred times. It wasn't until the hundred and first dream that I dreamed of us. Fortunately, you made that dream come true."

Theme: Draw close to him and heal him