Brushing the Moon

[Gentle, ethereal female student x roguishly handsome scion of a prominent family]

[Age gap | Mutual pining | Long period of romantic tension]

Wen Zhiyin would always remember that day.

As she passed through the alleys in the city center, she saw rows of dignified, ancient-looking buildings and thought that anyone living here must come from a prominent and prestigious family.

Halfway along, a man suddenly jumped down from atop a gray-brick wall.

He wore a black leather jacket and was strikingly handsome, with a hint of slyness in his face.

“Hey, miss, give me a hand.”

Since meeting Qi Zexuan, Wen Zhiyin had heard more than anything about how many admirers he had and how many women he’d rejected. She never imagined the feelings she kept hidden in her heart would ever bloom.

Until one day, drunk, she blurted out, “Would you be my boyfriend?”

Qi Zexuan patted her head, his voice teasing. “Little girl, playing at love isn’t a good idea.”

He let her down gently, and she walked away for good.

Qi Zexuan was born in one of Beijing’s residential compounds, the wildest playboy of the Qi family, a prestigious family with a long history. He moved easily between the underworld and the establishment, and a wicked smile was always plastered across his roguishly handsome face.

His friends were always telling him, “You’re a femme fatale, always stirring up trouble.”

Qi Zexuan raised an eyebrow and didn’t argue. He only chuckled. “Who have I ever ruined?”

Later, Qi Zexuan, who had always moved through a crowd of beauties without ever letting one touch his heart, never expected he would one day “ruin” a young girl, doing all sorts of outrageous things for her.

[Bonus Scene]

At school, an upperclassman confessed to Wen Zhiyin.

The upperclassman was handsome, gentle, considerate, and polite, so Wen Zhiyin decided to give him a try.

On the day of her date with him, Wen Zhiyin wore a long smoke-gray dress.

As she passed through an alley in the city center, Qi Zexuan cornered her against the wall, blending in with the gray tiles.

He wore the same roguish smile as always, but there was a trace of alcohol on him.

Wen Zhiyin avoided his gaze. “Are you drunk?”

“Seven parts drunk, but I’ve still got three parts reason left.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her again and again. “Tell me, do you like me or him?”

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Happy ending, the heroine falls first, but the main romance is him pursuing her.

Premise: Set out together on a romance in this mortal world