Sunlight on Golden Mountain

My next book will be "The Informant." If you're interested, feel free to add it to your favorites ahead of time.

1.

The first time Tang Yuli met Zhou Xuan, she was wearing a red dress and gave him a provocative smile in the solemn hall.

She was like a temptress who could steal a man's soul.

Tang Yuli's heart remained still as water.

Then the very next night, he locked her in his room until morning.

2.

The first time Zhou Xuan met Tang Yuli, she thought the wild, untamed side beneath his abstinent exterior would make perfect material for a painting.

So she tested his limits as if she were playing with paint.

At first, he was cold and aloof, as unreachable as the lotus on an altar.

Who would have thought that once he fell, he would become more terrifying than a demon from hell?

He ensnared her soul, moving from composure to madness as he bent over her again and again.

Zhou Xuan scoffed, unconcerned. "Buddhas and gods save all living beings, while demons and monsters wreak havoc among them. Tang Yuli, which kind are you?"

Tang Yuli's expression was inscrutable. He gazed at her alluring eyes without answering.

He had already fallen from the altar and become her plaything.

Devout, abstinent, untouchable beauty x spoiled, hot-tempered heiress

One-on-one romance + both leads' first time

#You are the bright moon in the clouds, granting me the starlight of a firefly. #

A sweet, cheesy story about an untouchable beauty becoming her willing servant

Little scene:

The day Zhou Xuan left Jiujiang, she snapped the black jade prayer beads Tang Yuli had given her.

Just like his cold, heartless nature from the beginning, she said, "I've had my fun."

Tang Yuli remained expressionless as he bent beneath her skirt and picked up the beads one by one.

With a devout look, he spoke in a menacing tone. "Break them again, and you can forget about keeping your hands."

Reader's guide:

1. Neither lead is perfect, and both have flaws.

2. Professional information comes from Baidu and my imagination. Please don't scrutinize it too closely.

3. The story leans toward angst for the male lead. At first, the female lead gives him her body, but not her heart.

My next book will be "The Informant." Please add it to your favorites~

[Blurb]:

The summer after the college entrance exams, Bai Yu turned the unspoken secret she had kept in her heart about Jiang Yanlin into a novel, giving it a happy ending.

She thought the story was over and that they would never cross paths again.

Then the novel was adapted into a film, and after years apart, Bai Yu saw Jiang Yanlin again.

He smiled at her, his expression gentle yet distant. "Hello, I'm Jiang Yanlin, the male lead of this film."

Bai Yu nodded and took his long, slender hand.

Sure enough, he didn't remember her.

During filming, Bai Yu took part in the production as the original author. She watched Jiang Yanlin and the leading actress flirt on camera.

Even the director praised them as a perfect match, a handsome man and a beautiful woman made for each other.

In that moment, Bai Yu's wishful thinking came crashing down.

She pushed aside all the feelings she shouldn't have had and tried her best to keep her distance from him.

Until the day filming wrapped.

Bai Yu watched Jiang Yanlin approach her with a bouquet in his hands, his eyes lowered, dressed in a school uniform just like back then.

He reached out to block her escape, his voice calm and low. "You used me as the model for a character in your novel without my permission. Doesn't that count as an infringement of my right to reputation?"

Bai Yu's eyelid twitched.

"I don't want much." He stepped closer, his gaze fixed on her. "Make it up to me by giving yourself to me."

*

On the day the film "The Informant" premiered, its opening screen displayed these words:

I have a secret. Do you want to hear it? But I won't tell you that I love you. As the years passed, I betrayed myself and became the one who told the secret.

Cool, delicate author x gentle, calculating rising actor

Premise: If you see that all appearances are empty, then you see the Buddha.