Winter Blooms | Childhood Sweethearts | The title and blurb have changed, but the story outline has not
At latitude 69 degrees north, a blizzard raged over Tromso.
Their aurora-chasing plans fell through, and the group took shelter in a guesthouse.
As ingredients went into the pot and water came to a boil, someone leaned over to whisper in Jiang Lingcan's ear amid the laughter and chatter.
"You know him from before?"
A gaze pressed over through the curling mist, as silent and relentless as the heavy snow outside the window.
It went without saying who she meant.
"Maybe," she said honestly. "I can't remember."
The girl glanced back and forth between them, her words suggestive.
"Whenever he talks, the way he stares at your lips is so..."
Jiang Lingcan chimed in, "He hates me so much he wants to eat me alive!"
At three in the morning that night,
Jiang Lingcan groggily rolled over in her sleep, then jolted awake at the sight of amber eyes beside her bed.
The world outside was filled with roaring winds and howling snow, bitter cold everywhere.
The muscular body of a mature man was a source of warmth in the polar night, alluring and dangerous.
She shivered and blurted out something nonsensical.
"During snow season, some animals are supposed to be off-limits for hunting."
Xie Siyao deliberately breathed into her ear.
"Instead of praying you'll be safe, what you should be doing..."
"Is taking your hand off my [redacted]."
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Reading lips is second nature to people with hearing loss.
Out of consideration for this, anyone talking to Xie Siyao needed to speak more slowly.
Only Jiang Lingcan had no sense of restraint, from the time they were children to the present.
She spoke incredibly fast, her lips fluttering like bright red cherry blossoms swaying in the wind, leaving him dazzled.
So every day they spent together, he had no choice but to stare at those enticing lips, seething inwardly.
She was awful. She had never treated him like a deaf person.
No, she hadn't treated him like a person at all.
Otherwise, why would she have pressed that hateful mouth of hers against his face without hesitation the first time they met?
And why, in all the years that followed, had she never once appeared in his dreams?
On the day they met again,
only one grievance remained in his heart:
How many times had her damn boyfriend kissed that mouth?
Reader's Guide:
1. One-on-one romance, both leads have no prior relationships, sweet romance, and they both pursue each other in every sense.
2. The female lead loves herself most, and loves the male lead a lot too.
3. The male lead is hard all over, especially his mouth and [redacted].
Theme: To my most beloved nemesis
