I Have a Painting Studio [Cute Pets]

[Looking for fairies to add my upcoming novel, “Fallen,” to their reading lists quq]

Antiques are an extension of life,

connecting life and death, sorrow and joy, love and hate, past and present, greed, anger, and delusion, and the pain of being forced to meet those you resent.

There is an antiques shop in Xiushui Town.

Its owner is not a cheerful, charming people-person, but a cold-faced ice beauty,

with dark eyes, snow-white skin, and a tall, slender figure.

They say she has magical hands that can turn decay into wonder.

People bring her old objects that cannot be restored, and sometimes even the Cultural Relics Bureau asks for her help.

The Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing antiques and old paintings that pass through her hands gradually come back to life, as though new shoots were sprouting from them, and you can almost hear seeds breaking through the earth...

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[This is probably a story about a woman who earns plenty of money, only to spend it all raising a dragon. The heroine is thoroughly sick of the world and only interested in touching the dragon's little paws =_=]

****Coming soon, please add it to your reading list****

“Fallen”

Blurb:

Hua Yi seems perfectly normal on the surface. She has a respectable job, and no one would ever guess that this psychiatric expert is a lunatic herself, with seeds of cruelty, bloodlust, and madness coursing through her veins.

Lu Yuehuan has a pair of melancholy, soulful eyes. Beneath his cold, chaste exterior, however, lies the potential for madness. He is a classic case of a highly intelligent, borderline obsessive personality.

The first time Hua Yi sees Lu Yuehuan, he is calmly and elegantly cutting into a steak with a knife and fork. His very bones seem to embody extreme composure and restraint, like a handsome count from a medieval rose manor. Set to the music of a concerto by the Gothenburg Symphony, his cold, savage eyes are reflected in the glass of red wine.

Hua Yi inevitably falls into those eyes, unable to pull herself free.

On countless late nights, the desire waking inside her screams for her to possess him, to control him.

What you can't forget will eventually answer your call. After an accident finally gives her the chance, Hua Yi corners Lu Yuehuan and drives him to the brink.

She stands proudly like a queen, her lips blood-red. “I can smell someone like me on you. Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me...”

The beauty in his arms is insane, but damnably alluring.

Restraint and madness devour each other in Lu Yuehuan's eyes. His thin lips carry the scent of fir as they curve into a bloodthirsty smile. “I'd be delighted.”

She laughs and cries, and in the end, he willingly falls, too. More precisely, perhaps he fell long before she did.

A chaste, domineering CEO with a hidden streak of madness x a genuinely insane woman with an overwhelming need to control

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