The First Kiss Mark

---Please check out my upcoming story next door, "After Marrying a Female Ghost, I Became a Top Mystic Arts Practitioner." If you're interested in an An Lingrong spin-off for fans who have watched too much Empresses in the Palace as comfort food, please check that out too!---

It's finished! Please, sisters, add it to your reading list!

(A writing exercise, free to read in full)

She is a carefree, beautiful breeze, carrying a captivating fragrance.

She is the envy of everyone, yet lives freely and doesn't care about convention.

She is the desire I hide in my heart, afraid to confess, as I fantasize about leaving a kiss on her alluring cheek.

Jiang Qing first met Yuan Ting at her family's funeral.

Like a daffodil in the rain, she was tall and proud, as if nothing in the world mattered to her.

Yet for the sake of a girl she had never met, she did not hesitate to tell a relative with bad intentions:

"Jiang Qing, stay with me from now on."

She would tuck the loose strands of hair behind Jiang Qing's ear, tease her with a smile, and give her strength with her softly scented embrace.

When Jiang Qing did poorly on her college entrance exams, she took her to dye her hair and taught her how to be an adult and seek her true self.

Jiang Qing had never imagined that a woman could live like this: independent, self-assured, and attracted to women.

Yuan Ting had always been used to living for herself. She had never considered taking responsibility for another person's life. Even when her girlfriend wanted to move in with her, her first instinct was to run away and say no.

Yet she accepted a little girl into her life. The girl stumbled through it, speaking with careful, ingratiating hesitation, yet stubbornly clinging to her pride and longing to grow up quickly.

"Don't rush, Jiang Qing. No one can grow up in a single day." Yuan Ting felt for the girl, just as she had once felt for her own younger self, equally impatient to grow up.

Later, Yuan Ting realized that the girl had indeed become just like her: with her own motives and ulterior purposes, and Yuan Ting herself was the target.

"The first thing you have to learn before loving someone else is to love yourself." Yuan Ting turned down her confession.

"I love you because you taught me to love myself." Jiang Qing made no secret of her love.

They share no blood ties and have no legal relationship. Before they met, they were strangers.

Twelve-year age gap.

Yuan Ting has an ex-girlfriend. Don't read if that bothers you. It's hard for a thirty-year-old not to date.

An eighteen-year-old student experiencing her first love x a thirty-year-old, alluring, carefree, mature woman

***This story is mainly about the little things in a girl's youth. I expect the stats to be poor, so kind sisters, please add my next story to your reading list as you pass by!***

Upcoming story: "After Marrying a Female Ghost, I Became a Top Mystic Arts Practitioner" (now available)

[Devoted, bewitching, beautiful female ghost vs. cool, growing female student]

Bai Fangming had loved wearing the wooden bead she found in a cemetery ever since she was little. When her father didn't care for her and her mother didn't protect her, only the bead gave her peace of mind.

Who knew that, over time, a beautiful female ghost would come to inhabit the bead, haunting and tempting her day and night?

"Give in to me and I'll teach him a lesson right away~" The female ghost floated nearby, playing with a strand of hair as she watched coldly while others bullied Bai Fangming.

*

Bai Fangming made a pact with the female ghost. Apart from having to endure a peerlessly beautiful woman floating around her every day, she got everything she wanted with ease.

Cast aside by her family for favoring sons over daughters, she repeatedly put her brother, the family's golden boy, in his place;

Bullied by a pack of sharp-tongued little ghosts, she used a set of ghost-banishing incantations to wipe the floor with them.

A hundred ghosts came to escort the bride, and sinister wedding music rang out. Dressed in red wedding robes, the female ghost stood alone in front of the bridal sedan, willing to be reduced to ashes if that was what it took to wrest the "bride" from the Ghost King.

With her ghostly form so transparent that only a thin sheet remained, she still smiled enchantingly as she entered into a ghost marriage with Bai Fangming.

Bai Fangming thought she could afford to be a little greedy.

She wanted the heart of that gorgeous old ghost with no sense of propriety, only to discover that the ghost was using her as a vessel for her longing for her own white moonlight...

*

Bai Fangming crushed the last shackle on the female ghost and said coldly, "You're free. Get lost."

In an instant, the female ghost's sinister aura soared. She looked so wicked and cruel that anyone would believe she was truly evil. With a demonic, fierce expression, she grabbed Bai Fangming's hand and said, her eyes red, "I'm your ghost. I'm not going anywhere."

Reading guide:

1. The female ghost has a white moonlight who died long ago. This isn't a pure romance, but she will come to terms with it.

2. Everything is made up by the author. It's not scary or frightening, just old-school melodrama. A self-indulgent story with tons of creative liberties.

Upcoming story 2: "I Married a Widowed Omega, and She Treated Me as a Substitute"

After returning from the interstellar battlefield, Luo Qingyuan was matched with a widowed omega.

The omega was frail and pitiful, and even the sorrow between her brows stirred Luo Qingyuan's desire to protect her.

She defied her family's objections and insisted on being with her.

"You'll love me all your life and give everything for me, right?"

Chu Lu liked to stroke her face and gaze at her earnestly as she asked.

"Of course. I love you."

Luo Qingyuan would answer firmly and hold her tight.

She knew Chu Lu was a widowed omega who lacked a sense of security. Even in her sleep, she was like a little rabbit, always nestling in someone's arms.

It wasn't until later, when her frail wife tied her to an examination table and softly called someone else's name while holding a knife, that Luo Qingyuan realized everything Chu Lu had shown her was an act.

She only wanted to use this body to resurrect the alpha she loved, her white moonlight.

Theme: Growing through youth and loving yourself.