Longing from Dawn to Dusk

Jiang Xian, the young master of Beijing society, is as handsome as he is capable. But he’s also arrogant and notoriously difficult to get along with.

Duan Chaoyi isn’t convinced. The first time they meet, the snarling little wolf comes to her door demanding an explanation. But after a strawberry candy wins him over, he drops his airs and defenses, turning into a sick puppy soaked by the rain.

A genius puppy who adores role-playing, too.

*

Jiang Xian: Honey, I don’t want to go to work. Today I’m a white lamb.

Duan Chaoyi: Got it. You’re in a bad mood.

Jiang Xian: Honey, when you hug me, you’ll taste twice the strawberry filling in these soft candies.

Duan Chaoyi: Eat too many sweets and you’ll get cavities.

Jiang Xian: Honey, I’m tangled in a spiderweb. You have to kiss me to save me.

Duan Chaoyi: You’re wrapped up too tightly in the blankets. Get out of bed.

Jiang Xian: Honey, when Ji Fan talks to you, there are a hundred thousand toads croaking in my ears.

Duan Chaoyi: ...

Ji Fan: ...I’ll make myself scarce right away.

Synesthesia vs. emotional insensitivity

Arrogant, refined young master (set designer) x cool, aloof, unflappable slacker (nutritionist)

Latest update, married life: clingy, sensitive big puppy x gentle, caring little fox

Coming soon 1: Midnight Tangerine Sea

In the center of Piazzale Michelangelo, Song Shu, a part-time tour guide, meets a street artist with a sharp tongue.

Black hair, dark eyes, flawless Mandarin. A bona fide Chinese man.

His long legs are casually crossed, and his nimble fingers weave through bamboo leaves. In an instant, a dragonfly lands on his fingertip, drawing in most of the tourists.

The sunset over Florence is reflected in his dark eyes, surging over them like a sea of tangerines.

“Your Italian is terrible.”

He slowly lifts his eyes and parts his lips. The dusk seems to blush across the corners of those peach-blossom eyes.

Song Shu stares, thinking that he may have a gorgeous face, but what a vicious mouth.

Though, to be fair, she really isn’t good at Italian.

*

A rainy night in Paris, the mist hangs thick, and the violin melody Falling in Love drifts to her ears.

Soaked through, Zhou Qi offers her an oil-paper umbrella and asks her to dance.

As their breaths mingle, Song Shu deliberately disrupts the intimacy, wanting to get back at him.

“Your kissing is terrible.”

But his lips are so soft.

Zhou Qi opens his dewy eyes. His voice is hoarse with lingering frustration: “...You’re bullying me.”

*

Song Shu prides herself on being cool and detached, never letting love hold her back. All she wants is to work hard and build a successful career.

As a chief interpreter, she spends her days dealing with black and white on paper. Apart from that foreign encounter two years ago, she has never again lost control and acted so recklessly.

What she doesn’t expect is to find the newly crowned Best Actor waiting for her after work one day. He has just collected an award. His face is full of exhaustion, but his reddened eyes still sparkle like stars. Even so, he doesn’t let her off the hook: “Interpreter Song, you really do have a terrible memory.”

“Two years ago, you forgot to take me with you.”

Coming soon 2: Xiaoman Plants Flowers, Yushui Comes Home

When they first met at age eight, Jiang Man accidentally flung flour all over Shi Yu, making little Shi Yu bawl and stretch out his short arms, asking the onlookers to hold him and comfort him. The next day, he was bedridden with a fever.

Feeling guilty, Jiang Man went to visit him and dutifully looked after him.

There was little Shi Yu, leaning weakly against the bed and glaring coldly, chin raised and lips puckered so tightly they could hold an oil jar. Yet he’d carefully tucked his bib in place, his cheeks stuffed full of the red-bean rice cake soup she’d just fed him.

After the meal, Shi Yu wiped his mouth with refined grace. “First, you’re not allowed to hurt me again.”

“Second, you have to be extra nice to me.”

“Third, you... You have to come back!”

*

After finishing her college entrance exams at eighteen, Jiang Man’s male classmate from the neighboring class asked her to meet him on the rooftop so he could confess his feelings.

Shi Yu, sweet as a rice cake, stuck to her side. Facing the summer night breeze, he coughed and coughed, then collapsed into Jiang Man’s arms, conveniently blocking the other boy’s view. “Sorry, don’t mind me. You two carry on.”

“Cough, cough... Just let me cough myself to death. At least it’ll be quiet here.”

“It’s fine. I’ll be all right once I cough up some blood.”

The boy had once seen Shi Yu take on five people at once. Furious, he was about to expose the sly green tea’s true colors.

Jiang Man knew he was putting on an act, but still worried about him. “Sorry, he can’t get upset. He gets sick easily, so please be patient with him. We can talk another time. I should take him home first.”

As they passed shoulder to shoulder, Shi Yu lowered his voice and laughed. “What can I say? She falls for this every time.”

Cheerful girl (Jiang Man) x green-tea rice cake (Shi Yu)

Hidden traits: scheming x lovesick and obsessive

Theme: Guard against theft and fraud, but not against true love.