Moss Flower

A refined scoundrel x an honest, simple soul, possessive love, mutual salvation

Tai Hua first met Xie Zhaoxi on her way to pick up her younger brother after school.

In the stifling summer heat, rain poured down as she struggled to push a tricycle, covered in mud.

The boy in his school uniform bent to get into a car beneath a black umbrella held by a crowd of servants. He was utterly spotless, like snow on a lofty mountain peak, untouchable and unmelted.

Her younger brother told her the boy was the principal's rich son, and they were classmates, though they'd never spoken. They were from entirely different worlds, so Tai Hua told her brother to stay away from people like that and focus on his studies.

But somehow, from that day on, they suddenly became close. Xie Zhaoxi even came to visit their home.

Tai Hua naturally welcomed him with all her warmth, but gradually began to notice that the way the boy looked at her seemed a little... off.

Until one day, the boy pinned her on his lap, his dark eyes fixed on her. His wild desire, at odds with his age, was utterly undisguised as he whispered into her burning-red ear, "Sis, why are you seducing me?"

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Later, Tai Hua finally escaped that city. By chance, they met again at a business event. She was apprehensive, afraid she'd fall into his grasp once more, but Xie Zhaoxi showed no reaction, as if he didn't know her.

Tai Hua hadn't even had time to breathe a sigh of relief when she met his gaze: cool as thin ice, yet hiding a leaping flame. She knew all too well that one glance had taken her back to that hot, damp, sticky summer.

The woman is two years older. Both are virgins. Happy ending.

Theme: Though moss flowers are as small as rice grains, they too aspire to bloom like peonies