Burning Kisses

★Ongoing series in the author's column: Hidden Flame. Independent, gentle beauty in a qipao X a frivolous, cold-hearted young master [A full-scale groveling pursuit of his wife]. Come check it out! ★Synopsis★ [The real groveling pursuit of his wife / 5-year age gap] A flirtatious, sharp-tongued, arrogant young master X an outwardly gentle but inwardly strong, independent photographer The first time Qiao Wen met Huo Ran, he was grinning with a roguish, carefree air. He deigned to bend down and ask her in a tone of condescending charity, "Want to come home with me?" Qiao Wen had nowhere to go. She looked up at him with lips pressed together, then nodded. His friends joked: How could a playboy who never let a single woman get close have taken an interest in a little girl like her? Later, on the night Qiao Wen needed Huo Ran by her side more than ever, she asked him, "Brother Huo Ran, can you come home right now?" His lazy, teasing voice came through the phone. "Be good. Don't be dramatic. I'll be back later." Everyone teased him: "Young Master Huo, aren't you going back to comfort your little Qiao?" Huo Ran replied nonchalantly, "When you have a pet at home, do you have to give it therapy too?" After hanging up, Qiao Wen gave a self-deprecating smile, packed her things, and disappeared without a second thought. Everyone laughed and asked, "Young Master Huo, we hear your little Qiao ran off?" His expression turned slightly serious. A cigarette glowed red between his fingers, but he still said, "That pampered little house cat has had it easy for years. Let her suffer a little, and she'll come back on her own." Later still At last, Huo Ran cornered her on a rainy night. Unable to tell whether the wetness on his face was rain or tears, he lowered his lashes and asked, "Who was it who said she'd never leave me?" Qiao Wen scoffed. "Young Master Huo, you believe what women say? Did the rain run into your ears and soak your brain?" The man fell silent for several seconds before his expression finally changed. He hugged her, looking wronged, and whispered by her ear, his voice tender and lonely: "Yiyi, come home. Please." Bonus scene: Huo Ran patted her on the head. "Do you have a nickname?" Qiao Wen shook her head. Huo Ran rubbed the crown of her head. "Wenwen doesn't sound right, and too many people call you Little Qiao. You were born on the first day of the month, so I'll call you Yiyi from now on." "I'll be the only one allowed to call you that." Huo Ran smiled handsomely, his tone possessive. Qiao Wen hid her delight and nodded. #You're the only one I want to kiss passionately in this life#, Huo Ran Reading guide: 1. One-on-one romance, happy ending, first love for both. I still think it's sweet (doge). 2. The male lead really is a flirt, and his mouth really is foul. He's good at talking like a jerk. 3. Also known as "A Sharp Tongue Is Fun Until You Have to Grovel for Your Wife," "Young Master Huo, Your Wife Ran Off!" and "Love Me Again, Darling" ★Secondary couple: Heart's Reckoning. Shen Si X An Qing: wealthy family's stepson X bankrupt heiress A different jerk, the same groveling pursuit "You're the exception to all my careful calculations", Shen Si [Note: A line from Honor of Kings, not original] ★Coming soon in the author's column: Hidden Flame. Synopsis★, Rolling around and begging you to bookmark~ Song Chaohuan understands that Yan Xun married her for two reasons, and two reasons only: The Song family is weak and easy to control. She isn't favored by her family and has no one to back her up, so she can't keep him in line. After the wedding, Young Master Yan can keep defying convention and indulging in a debauched lifestyle. Everyone says Song Chaohuan is marrying above her station. What can't Young Master Yan give her, apart from his heart? Song Chaohuan obediently marries into the Yan family. She watches a seductive companion light his cigarette at a banquet. She hears him take a call in the middle of the night, then stay out until morning. She is quiet and dutiful, so docile she might as well be invisible. - No one knows that when she was young, the little bit of pity Yan Xun condescendingly offered her thrilled her for years. How long can the joy of being dazzled by someone in your youth last? It took Song Chaohuan seven years to stamp it out. Her love burned to ashes in a corner no one ever saw. Song Chaohuan thinks some people simply cannot be warmed. She wants to leave. Yan Xun scoffs. "Suit yourself." - Everyone remarks that Young Master Yan really is cold and heartless. His proper wife has run off, yet he carries on just as prosperously and carefree as ever. Until one day, at a high-society gala, Song Chaohuan appears as the designer specially invited by the hostess. Outside the hotel, Song Chaohuan wears a qipao, graceful and cool. She gives him a faint smile and a slight nod. Her usually gentle voice is now so indifferent it feels distant. "Mr. Yan, would you mind stepping aside?" Song Chaohuan passes him. The fine rain dampens the man's brows and eyes, making them redden. Footsteps stumble behind her. Suddenly, someone grabs her wrist. "Chaohuan." Trembling fingers wrap around her waist from behind, and the man lowers his head cautiously. "You don't have to love me." Almost begging, he says, "But don't... don't leave me." #I want to love you, to share dusk and dawn with you, year after year# Independent, gentle beauty in a qipao X a frivolous, cold-hearted young master One-on-one romance, happy ending, a jerk groveling to win his wife back Theme: Love is a skill that must be learned