Butterfly at Gunpoint

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Everyone in their circles knew that the photographer, with a physique like a male model, had lived like a saint for years.

He never got involved in a single scandal. He was polite to everyone, yet never let anyone get close.

The matchmaking red strings people had tied for him could have been knitted into a sweater, but he'd never been with anyone.

Even his longtime friend declared, "If anyone tries to set Xu Feng up again, I'll hang myself from a crooked-neck tree with a red string."

Once, when cornered in an interview, he finally described his ideal type in a few words: gentle, considerate, and good at cooking.

One day, a group of people forgot to knock and cheerfully pushed open his office door.

All they saw was some "ungrateful" woman sitting on Xu Feng's desk.

Her eyes were cool and aloof, her lips a dazzling red.

One foot dangled in the air, and she held a red string in her hand.

At the other end of the string was their boss, who had never understood romance, with the string around his... neck.

Everyone: ...What the hell? This just doesn't look right.

And wasn't she famous for her temper? Boss, what happened to your ideal type?! The gentle, considerate woman who could cook a great meal?!

In the office, Yan Le held a magazine by one corner and pinched the red string with her other hand.

"Gentle?" She tugged the string.

Xu Feng: ...

"Considerate?" She planted her foot on his chair and leaned in to meet his eyes.

Xu Feng: ...

"Good at cooking?" She curled her lip, smiling "brightly."

Xu Feng: ...

"So, tell me. What little temptress have you found out there?"

The man gently pushed away the finger she had pressed against his chest and gave up trying to save face.

"I said those things about you. Gentle, considerate, good at cooking. I was describing myself. I'm your ideal type."

Yan Le: …You really should have some shame.

The title comes from the lyrics of Love Is No Crime:

"If my heart is hunted down, I'll become a fugitive. A butterfly flies from the muzzle."

A bold, uninhibited musician vs. a warm-hearted photographer who sometimes has a sharp tongue

The campus portion is in the neighboring novel, Bones of Fire. I split them up because their styles and concepts are a little different.

1. One-on-one romance, both leads are virgins.

2. Professional knowledge and career details are made up to serve the plot.

----Upcoming novel: Gu Xia

A somewhat reserved qipao artisan vs. a seemingly warm but ruthless young master

1.

The first time Song Aixing remembered meeting Ling Lan was at a rowdy birthday party on New Year's Eve.

Lights swayed so wildly they dazzled the eyes, and the music was so loud it rang in the ears.

And yet, there was one person dressed in a plain-colored qipao,

so serene she looked like an ink painting that had wandered into the mortal world.

After many rounds in the world of romance, people always laughed that he'd fallen for her.

Even a butterfly that had fluttered among countless flowers could fall one day.

He'd never believed it either.

But later, Ling Lan really did leave. Before she went, she told him

that they hadn't first met on New Year's Eve at all.

Seven years earlier, he'd come to the Ling family courtyard to pick up a garment.

Four years earlier, she'd gotten lost on his university campus, and he'd given her directions.

Two years earlier, at a party he hosted, she'd even confessed her feelings to him.

He'd never remembered any of it.

"So you'll forget this time, too, won't you?"

2.

Everyone thought Song Aixing had grown tired of her, and that was why they'd split up.

Only she knew that from the moment she approached him

to the moment she left him,

it had all been as she'd expected.

But she hadn't expected

that this time,

he would really remember her.

I've seen countless colors in this world,

but only blue and white

became the colors at the heart of my soul.

- Unrequited love comes true

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