On her cold, single bed, Ning Zichun often dreams about the same person.
A loose school uniform rushing past her.
A close-fitting short top, a faintly visible set of abs, and a nimble figure.
Black eyes sparkling like stars, joyful, affectionate, profound, stubborn...
Suddenly... she barges into a snow-covered mountain, where all sound falls silent. That figure disappears, leaving only a chill wrapping around her body...
"Big sis~ Zichun..."
Her eyes snap open~ Nothing but pitch darkness, so deep she can't see her hand in front of her face.
On a certain variety show, Ke Chen reveals her ideal type for the first time.
"My ideal type? She's a little older than me, kind, gentle, and smart. She has round eyes, and her smile is warm."
"Ah~ So Ke Ke likes the gentle type~"
"This is the first time our goddess Ke has described her other half in such detail. Does she really have someone in mind?~"
Ke Chen: She smiles without answering~
Today's headline: Popular actress Ke Chen reveals she has an ideal type!
Late at night, a series of trending topics quietly climbed to the top of the rankings on a social media platform.
"Ke Chen caught passionately kissing a woman on the street late at night!"
"The popular cool goddess is actually gay!"
Ke Chen, the woman at the center of all the attention, finally posted a few words after the sun had moved past its peak.
"I told you, I have an ideal type!"
The internet onlookers: Wait... what?!
New story coming soon: Extreme Temptation
What is the starting point of madness? Desire, the desire to be tempted.
She has an adorable, harmless face, yet says the most outrageous things. Her voice is low and soft, irresistible~
She resisted, leaving only a soft palm brushing over a shoulder, almost imperceptibly~ A silent invitation~
A child in sheep's clothing carefully sets a trap, leaving sweet food along the path and waiting for the beautiful crane in the distance to come closer, step by step, until it falls into her hands~
The proud crane goes from wary to completely off guard, falling into the sweet trap. The child's embrace is warm, and the hand stroking her feathers is so gentle that the crane willingly sinks into it~
But what, in the end, is the human heart...
It is possession, indulgence, greed, careful scheming, and pressing forward one step at a time.
It is suspicion, wavering, sinking, sometimes drunk and sometimes sober, and fear of losing what you have.
It is being unable to pull yourself free.
It is wanting to let go after you have someone, and wanting them again once you have let go.
Moist eyes, clenched teeth, bodies locked in an embrace...
No one knows which path the story will take. Was it wrong?
It seems wrong, but it also doesn't.
Premise: Taking it slow is a wonderful virtue.
The writing is quite good, waiting for the author's update?
Ah? Why didn't you call the police? What would your mother do?
Don't be in a hurry, the author adjusts his condition and pays attention to his body.
The writing is very good, the plot is smooth and natural, and the emotions flow smoothly and step by step. Keep up the good work, author!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm knocking too. Don't be too sweet.
Gone? Do it quickly, do it quickly! The good intentions are not over yet