Coming soon: The Long Night's Last Light. Please add it to your collection. Blurb at the end.
Blurb:
Xu Jun never imagined leaving Xihe Town. He was certain he would spend the rest of his life in that little town.
Until Yuan Fan arrived...
Yuan Fan didn't know what had gotten into her. Whenever she saw him, she wanted to flirt with him. Now, seeing him approach with a bucket of water, the muscles in his arms bulging, his black T-shirt clinging to his sculpted physique... It was impossible not to be tempted.
Yuan Fan couldn't help laughing. He immediately looked over.
"What's so funny?" His voice was low. He was covered in sweat, yet didn't look the least bit disheveled.
Yuan Fan's smile widened. "Am I not allowed to laugh?"
He looked away. "You are."
Yuan Fan grew lazier and lazier. She sprawled across the man's chest. "I want some water."
"Get it yourself."
"You're not nice to me at all!" She sat up and made to leave.
Xu Jun pulled her back and coaxed her in a hoarse voice. "Smile for me. Just one smile, and I'll get you some."
Yuan Fan flashed him a grin. His heart softened at once, though he said, "You're so damn silly."
On the day she left Xihe, Yuan Fan finally asked him the question. "Will you come find me?"
Xu Jun watched her in silence, almost unable to get a single word out.
She suddenly smiled, just as she had the day they first met. "Maybe you could wait for me here."
A tsunami surged through his heart, but he stood quietly, letting no one know.
Her smile had once been like frost on an autumn night, snow on a winter morning. But when she smiled at him, it filled with light and became the salvation that warmed his frozen soul...
Happy ending.
Blurb for The Long Night's Last Light
Meng Shaohuan is calculating and cold-faced. People say his heart is surrounded by walls of brass and iron, and that he doesn't care about anyone. Yet, as if under some kind of spell, he can't control where his eyes go
That woman is just a pretty face. What's so interesting about looking at her?
But something strange is going on. The more Meng Shaohuan tells himself not to look, the more he seems to reinforce the habit, until he can't stop. So he decides to look at her once and tear a leaf from the bonsai in retaliation.
Why is that woman lying on the desk so early in the morning? Didn't she sleep last night?
...Rips off a leaf in a fury.
What's with that awful outfit? The slit is way too high.
...Rips off a leaf with a vengeance.
She has nice handwriting. Her words are just like her, elegant and lovely.
...To hell with elegant and lovely. Rip!
Every time Meng Shaohuan ruefully looks away, his peripheral vision still catches sight of the woman despite himself. Look at her, lounging around and yawning with her mouth wide open, completely unconcerned with her appearance. Is she... actually kind of cute?
Rip!
Rip!
Rip!
Xia Qing can't figure it out. How did her perfectly healthy little leaf of rosewood end up completely bald?
Ever since she was little, the label most often applied to Xia Qing has undoubtedly been "pretty face." She doesn't mind at all. In fact, she's secretly pleased. There's nothing wrong with being a "ditzy beauty" under the guise of being a pretty face.
But she keeps running into trouble at her new job. She doesn't know what bad luck she's run afoul of, but the big boss seems to have it in for her and makes a fuss over the tiniest things.
At last, Xia Qing can't take it anymore. She storms into the boss's office and yells, "I'm done! I quit!"
Meng Shaohuan has just picked up his cup. In the confusion, he jumps up and rushes toward her. The next moment, the cup slips from his hand and crashes to the floor...
One day, long afterward, Xia Qing casually asks, "Why were you always picking on me back then?"
Meng Shaohuan's expression turns cool, though there's a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Was I?"
"Yes! You made me so mad I nearly quit!"
"Then why didn't you?"
Xia Qing gives him a sidelong look, then suddenly smiles. "...I was afraid you'd cry."
Meng Shaohuan's expression darkens. "Fine. We'll see who cries later."
Xia Qing: "..."
My heart is a fortress of brass and iron, but there is always a crack that opens only for you.
Among all living beings, only you have the right to see me vulnerable. - Pablo Neruda
Theme: With you waiting at the end of the road, the sun travels with me.
After reading so many romances, this is the only one where the heroine's IQ is online. . . 666
I was almost dissuaded by the title of the book, haha
I finally finished watching it from 12pm to 4pm! Very nice!
Do I need to get a certificate???
So pretty! I finally stayed up late to finish reading it today
Please collect the new column article "Young and Yellow Age". The latest copy is as follows: Meng Shaohuan, the young boss of a well-known pharmaceutical company, is scheming and cold-faced, and no one takes him seriously. Some say he has an iron wall in his heart, while others say he has no heart at all. But I don't know what the poison is, and he can't control his eyes. This newbie in the workplace is just a vase with a superficial appearance. What's so good about him?! Tsk... Why is this woman lying on the table so early in the morning? What are you wearing? The slit is almost to the waist. The handwriting is very beautiful, and her features are as delicate as hers... Tsk, fuck. Meng Shaohuan looked away in annoyance, but out of the corner of his eye he still couldn't help but catch the woman's lazy figure, and she also yawned, which was a bit cute, huh. Growing up, the most labeled label on Xia Qing was undoubtedly "vase". She didn't care at all and secretly rejoiced. After all, there was nothing wrong with being a "stupid beauty" with the name of "vase". It's just that her new job always makes her hit a wall, and she doesn't know what bad luck she has. The big boss seems to dislike her and will cause trouble for any big thing. Xia Qing finally couldn't bear it anymore, rushed into the boss's office, and shouted angrily: "I quit! Resign!" As soon as Meng Shaohuan picked up the cup, he suddenly stood up and walked towards her in a hurry. The next second, there was a "pop" and the cup fell to the ground... One day a long time later, Xia Qing accidentally muttered, "Why did you always pick on me in the first place?" Meng Shaohuan's face was slightly cold, but there was a bit of a smile in his eyes, "Do I have one?" "Yes! I'm so angry that I want to resign!" "Then why didn't you say goodbye?" Xia Qing stared at him, then suddenly laughed, "... I'm afraid you'll cry." Meng Shaohuan's face darkened: "Okay, let's see who cries later." Xia Qing: "…" My heart is an iron wall, but there is always a gap open just for you. You alone among all living beings have the right to see my frailty. ——Neruda
You forever
So pretty woo woo woo
Please give me an advance copy of "Young and Yellow Years"~ Copywriting: Xia Qing encountered obstacles at every turn in her new job. Not only was her salary deducted, but she also got into trouble with her young boss. She could only be careful and keep her tail between her legs. Meng Shaohuan, the young boss of a well-known pharmaceutical company, is scheming and cold-faced, and is ignored by everyone. Some people say that he has an iron wall in his heart, while others say that he has no heart at all, but I don't know what the poison is. He can't control his own eyes. This newbie in the workplace is just a vase with a superficial appearance. What's so good about him! Later, Xia Qing said something like this by chance, "If mold is exposed too much, it can form a thick cocoon, leaving it very irritated and leaving no peeling skin." Meng Shaohuan looked at her coldly: "You are the cocoon and I am the cocoon? To stay or not to stay?" Xia Qing was no longer afraid of him, and said with a smile, "We are both cocoons, turning into butterflies and flying gracefully." Meng Shaohuan could only seal her mouth and tell her to keep silent all day long. My heart is an iron wall, but there is always a gap open just for you. Of all living beings, you are the only one who has the right to see my frailty. ——Neruda
It's so pretty! Woohoo!