Cute Competition

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The day Xia Zhi resolutely decided to pursue art school,

she never imagined

she would be tutoring a repeat student in academic subjects while also being taught to draw by that same student.

And he had a terrible temper :)

The sun was nearly gone, and the art studio was empty.

Song Yu wore a black windbreaker and lounged half-reclined in his chair.

Xia Zhi had just opened her workbook

when the windbreaker suddenly blocked her view.

A crisp, clean masculine scent overwhelmed her senses as Song Yu's long fingers lazily pressed down over the book.

"I'm tired of studying. Time to sleep."

Xia Zhi: "..." Come on, she hadn't even finished reading the title.

For a long time afterward, the first thing Xia Zhi remembered

was the hidden alley on graduation night, the distant laughter and chatter of her friends,

Song Yu's scorching fingers resting behind her ear, and his casual kiss.

"There may be a bottleneck in painting, but never in passion." - Top comment

Lighthearted, slow-burn sweet romance / personal growth / mutual secret crush / both are each other's first

--- Upcoming campus novel: Chasing Love Through the Mist ---

"Calm, composed good girl vs. possessive, unhinged rich playboy"

The first time Lin Shiran fell for Pei Jin was on a rainy night after the welcome party at Nan University.

A few girls with bad intentions dragged her into a bar by the campus gate.

"Boss, give this pretty girl your strongest drink." The girls praised her with mocking smiles. "She can really hold her liquor."

Behind the bar, the profile of a young man was half-hidden in the dim yellow light. His fingers rested on the counter, long and finely boned.

His refined, handsome looks were breathtaking.

He raised an eyebrow lazily, and his gaze met Lin Shiran's helpless one.

"Can you drink?"

"No..."

A glass of water was handed over. Pei Jin's lowered voice was languid and tender, his expression weary. "Such a good girl. You shouldn't be here."

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Pei Jin fought for justice again and again on behalf of Lin Shiran, who had been deaf in her right ear since birth.

But later, Lin Shiran saw Pei Jin turn down one girl after another. She saw their desperate pleas and tearful sobs, and grew used to Pei Jin's hot-and-cold ways.

Giving up and leaving were as calm as she had expected.

Then, years later, on a rainy night, they met again in a far from graceful reunion.

Halfway through a company dinner, Pei Jin was invited to join them as the client's representative.

After a few rounds of drinks, Pei Jin saw Lin Shiran laughing and chatting with another man. His palm clenched as he downed one glass of hard liquor after another, as if being slowly tortured.

When she stepped outside to clear her head, he cornered her in a narrow alcove, gripping her chin and forcing her to look at him.

His dark, clear eyes reflected her face.

His handsome lips pressed into a tight line, and his voice was hoarse.

"Do you hate me that much? You won't even look at me?"

Lin Shiran answered frankly: "Yes. You're disgusting."

Later, Pei Jin's quiet pleas filled her silent, closed-off right ear.

"A-Ran, I'm not disgusting. Don't fall in love with someone else."

"Please."

Theme: There may be a bottleneck in painting, but never in passion.