A Love Mishap in Dali

[A rigid, gloomy office worker quits to heal * a free-spirited, self-taught artist who runs a Dali guesthouse]

After quitting her job, Qi Xuandong had planned to travel to Chiang Mai. But a twist of fate brought her to Dali instead, where she met a beautiful woman with big earrings.

An unexpected journey.

The woman taught Qi Xuandong, a directionally challenged, slow-to-react city girl, how to ride a horse, climb a mountain to watch the sunrise, and grow flowers in an empty beer bottle.

She also taught this woman, who had never been in love, how to kiss beneath the blue hour sky, sing at the top of her lungs under a canopy of stars on dew-covered grass, and lose herself in a night of passion.

They even agreed to take a road trip together, driving all the way from Dali to Chiang Mai.

But Qi Xuandong was conservative and timid by nature. She knew that a promise made while drunk couldn't be taken seriously, and neither could a fleeting romance on the road.

Not long after they'd made the promise, a text arrived from home.

She broke her promise and fled back home.

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Travel offers freedom and escape, but it only exists outside the bounds of order.

City life is busy and exhausting, but it's the order Qi Xuandong belongs to.

After returning home, Qi Xuandong gradually forgot that brief escape of the soul, which had never really belonged to her.

Until one day, a new boss arrived at her company.

Rumor had it that the woman was beautiful, came from a good family, and had a wonderfully gentle personality. And especially...

She shared a surname with the group's founder.

At first, Qi Xuandong didn't think much of it.

On the new boss's first day, everyone stood up to welcome her, while Qi Xuandong hid behind her computer, yawning repeatedly.

Her eyes weren't even fully open yet.

A beautiful hand rested on her desk and tapped it twice.

Qi Xuandong looked up groggily and met a pair of smiling, flirtatious eyes.

She also heard that tender voice she'd listened to so many times while lying in the grass, returning after a year:

“Excuse me, are you, ”

With everyone watching, the woman stared directly at her name tag. Her expression was as tender and alluring as when she'd kissed Qi Xuandong's lips.

“Do you have a problem with me?”

You are the one who lured me beyond the bounds of order, and the catalyst for a sudden, impulsive love affair.

[Reader's Guide]

1. They take turns topping; neither is more of a top than the other. Non-explicit, happy ending, and first love for both.

2. A road-trip story, but details involving real cities aren't completely accurate. Some things have been adjusted to suit the plot.

3. The first half is on the road, the second half takes place in the city. An intense push and pull between two cowards.

4. The title is “Accident,” not “Story.” This is a story about “the escape of a soul running out of control.” Happy reading~

That's the blurb for this book~

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Here's the blurb for my upcoming book Lost Soul Dream. The characters are [a shy, sweet taxi driver * a glamorous, ghostly guesthouse owner]. If you're interested, you can add it to your reading list~

Wei Zike is almost thirty this year and has been driving a taxi in Mang City for nearly seven years.

She eats thirteen-yuan boxed lunches in a drivers' cafeteria that reeks of sweat, follows the same routes, picks up almost the same passengers at the same times every day, and uses an old-fashioned ledger to carefully record each day's earnings after her shift.

Her life isn't special, but it's ordinary enough. She's never experienced any great upheaval.

That is, until a new guesthouse called Dream opened in Mang City.

The owner was a new face, with a soft, gentle voice, tender, affectionate eyes, and a beautiful, haunting face veiled in yellow-green light. Plenty of people stopped to admire her.

The guesthouse was a hit from the moment it opened.

Wei Zike had dropped passengers off at its entrance a few times, but she never lingered.

Because she was terrified of those hook-like eyes.

Until one day.

The guesthouse owner climbed into her taxi herself, traveling from the guesthouse to an old residential complex.

In the car, the woman breathed softly and quietly, like a drunken, limp snake.

Worried that the woman might dirty her freshly cleaned car, Wei Zike couldn't help sneaking a glance in the rearview mirror.

She met the woman's affectionate eyes, blurred and murky in the rainy night.

Her heart lurched, and the car skidded.

Wei Zike hurriedly steadied herself, only to hear a wet, sticky laugh from the back seat.

Then, after helping the drunk woman out of the car, she felt the woman hold her clammy, feverish palm and lean close to whisper in her ear:

“Would you like to come upstairs for a while?”

Theme: Love is a guide when you lose your way