My White Moonlight Is Overflowing with Tea Fragrance

New novel, After Faking My Death, I Became My Own Substitute, now available

Delicate, soft-hearted femme fatale x ruthless, cold-hearted prince

Blurb below + pinned

[Passed review: Complete plot, shorter length, brisk pacing. Read at your discretion.]

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After falling into an icy lake and becoming terribly ill, Shen Zhixin was left with an ugly appearance. She had once crossed paths with Qiao Heyun, who had made a name for himself at a young age.

She was an ugly duckling flapping desperately in a pond, while he was a proud dragon soaring beneath the bright sky and drifting clouds.

She thought they would never cross paths again.

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But then he got in the way of her love interests:

"Xin Xin, he said he'd buy you pastries from Wufangzhai. How could he leave you waiting alone at the entrance? I would never do that to you."

He acted pitiful and put on a wounded face:

"Xin Xin, why are you apologizing to me? Something came up, that's all. You only had to wait about half an hour longer."

Well, he wasn't busy at all.

But when someone mocked her for being unskilled at the zither and cut her strings, he said he wanted to hear her play. Then he took the instrument and smashed it.

"My hand slipped. You aren't angry, are you, miss?"

The young lady's eyes were as swollen as two walnuts from crying.

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Shen Zhixin had always thought he saw her only as a little girl, the younger sister of his dear friend, and that was why he took such good care of her.

But Qiao Yunhe turned around and shoved her into a corner, his huge, scorching body pressing against her. His kisses landed softly on her earlobe, neck, and collarbone, tender and adoring. His voice was low and hoarse:

"Xin Xin, keep your voice down, or your dear brother outside the door will find out."

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Later, Shen Zhixin was betrothed by the reigning emperor to the Second Prince.

The Second Prince threatened her with an antidote, forcing her to choose between her future and Qiao Yunhe's life.

On the day the engagement was finalized, Qiao Yunhe, who had always taken everything in stride, became a different person. He abducted her and imprisoned her in his residence, desire tinting the corners of his eyes red.

"Xin Xin, you are mine, and you can only marry me."

"Have you lost your mind? You'll get yourself killed!"

"No one values their life more than I do. And right now, my life is firmly in my own hands. No one can take it from me!"

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Shen Zhixin didn't remember that, years earlier, Qiao Yunhe had already met her.

Back then, her fair, frost-white face had puckered into a pout, and she had pressed a kiss to his tear-soaked lashes, not caring at all that he was covered in mud and looked wretched.

He wanted the moonlight to yearn for him, to adore him, and from then on, to love only him.

Bonus scene:

Only later did Shen Zhixin learn that the nameless benefactor who had pulled her from the icy lake all those years ago was none other than Qiao Yunhe.

With tears in her eyes, she said she wanted to repay him. He swept her into his arms and kissed every inch of her again and again.

"I want Xin Xin to say she likes me."

Shen Zhixin blushed and said it.

"I want Xin Xin to kiss me."

Shen Zhixin shyly lifted her face.

"I want Xin Xin on top tonight..."

A huge handprint appeared on Qiao Yunhe's handsome, chiseled face.

One-on-one romance, both leads have no prior partners, devoted-love story

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Blurb for the new novel, After Faking My Death, I Became My Own Substitute:

Both leads have no prior partners / The hero's long road to winning her back / Reunited after heartbreak / Running away while pregnant / Coercive love / Childhood sweethearts

Zhao Suihuan's fiance, Chu Qi, was a noble prince, aloof and immaculate, distinguished and elegant.

The only thing that annoyed him was his fiancee, who loved hovering around him and chattering like a little bird.

But Zhao Suihuan had loved only him since childhood, and every day she dreamed of becoming his wife.

Chu Qi gave her an answer just once, his face full of irritation:

"I'd rather marry your quiet, refined half-sister than marry you. At least she wouldn't chatter on like you do."

The jade pendant he had given her jingled at her waist as she stood rooted to the spot, watching him walk farther and farther away without ever looking back.

When they arranged to meet on New Year's Eve, Zhao Suihuan believed he still cared for her.

Overjoyed, she put on the new coat she had promised to be the first to show him in the new year. She waited three whole hours in the falling snow, only for her half-sister to arrive with servants and, with their father's tacit approval, have her bound and thrown into a dungeon.

"The Third Prince said he'd rather marry me than you. If I were you, I'd know when to step aside."

She died that day. Her half-sister took everything from her, and she became someone who had never existed in this world.

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Years later, the elegant Prince Heng, Chu Qi, returned to his residence carrying a young woman covered in blood, her eyes tearful and her gaze captivating.

Chu Qi doted on her in the Frosted Courtyard, cherishing her tenderly.

Looking at that face, so much like a hibiscus flower, he gripped her chin and kissed her again and again:

"Good girl. From today on, you are Sui Sui. You are my Sui Sui."

Theme: Women should make themselves beautiful for themselves. Be the best version of yourself and don't let others control you.