Dark as Night

Older woman-younger man romance / three-year age gap / Next story: "The Moon Faces Trouble"

Sheng Ni lived a peaceful, uneventful life until she was twenty-four. Just as her family was about to marry her off, she climbed out a window and ran without a second thought.

She heard that the man she was supposed to marry had run away too.

Sheng Ni didn't bother going far. She rented a single room next to the wealthy neighborhood and found a job managing a computer cafe in a remote area.

Wanting to spite her stepmother, Sheng Ni planned to find some poor guy to scare her with. Who knew that while pretending, she would actually fall for him?

A rundown street, battered streetlights, and a dark, gloomy night.

Sheng Ni leaned against a low wall and beckoned with her finger, her voice lingering and alluring. "Tsk, lower your head... Otherwise, how am I supposed to kiss you?"

The poor boy wore a black-and-white tracksuit and obediently lowered his head.

Later, at a glamorous gathering full of beautiful people, Sheng Ni stood frozen and took a deep breath.

Not far away, her runaway groom stood there in a suit, looking every bit the respectable gentleman. Who else could he be but the liar from the alley?

Sheng Ni expressionlessly recalled what she had said:

"My family is poor, and the man I'm supposed to marry is some old geezer in his seventies or eighties. I'm not into younger men."

Sheng Ni: "..."

He buried his face in her hair and breathed in its scent, chuckling softly.

"Don't you miss me, big sister? I've missed you so much..."

It was all an act. Sheng Ni coldly pushed him away, but before she could speak, the liar complained in a wounded voice:

"I may have set the trap, but didn't you jump into it willingly?"

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Later, during a truth-or-dare game at a dinner party, Yan Xuzhi spun his glass and openly admitted with a blink, "Me."

He paused, then said with a smile, "I've had a crush on Sister Sheng Ni for years."

Ever since those golden ginkgo-lined school paths at night.

The road stretched ahead, and my heart burned like fire.

Next story: "The Moon Faces Trouble," an old-school melodramatic romance | The male lead is intense and powerful | A love-hate relationship

Song Yao was sick of Zhou Gusheng. One morning, she pulled out the potency pills she had kept under her bed for years, not knowing whether they were still good, and dumped the lot into Zhou Gusheng's cup.

Then she locked him in a room with a sweet and delicate actress who had come to visit, and squatted outside the door smoking.

Less than five minutes later, the door, unable to withstand the strain, was kicked open with a bang. Zhou Gusheng stood leaning against the doorframe, which was about to collapse, dressed in a dark gray silk robe with its belt hanging loose.

His usual rakish swagger carried a hint of danger. "Little Mingyue, what are you doing?"

Song Yao pointed at the bedroom with the hand holding her cigarette, not sparing the pretty devil a glance. "Can we talk about something?"

Zhou Gusheng: "Go ahead."

"If you drag me into bed more than three times in a week, I'll find you a woman."

"..."

Zhou Gusheng looked down at her, then suddenly bent over and swept her into his arms. Magnanimously, he said, "Let's find out."

With her feet off the ground, Song Yao grew wary. "Find out what?"

The man tossed her onto the bed. His voice was low, soft, and cool, almost lazy. "Let's find out whether I'll kill you."

Zhou Gusheng's claws reach into every corner, but Song Yao still dares to run.

Theme: Sunshine and love.