Out-of-Control Butterfly

[Next up: Love in the Dark Night. Blurb at the bottom.]

Blurb:

◎ Stealing someone's partner / rivalry between two men / a messy love triangle, both men are virgins

◎ A rebellious, gifted young man / a dangerous, obsessive big shot with a touch of madness × a clear-eyed, conflicted, cold and melancholy beauty

Six years into her relationship with Meng Jingyan, Lan Yang was finding it harder and harder to endure his almost pathological need to control her.

The night was deep. The man's long fingers brushed lightly over a lighter. Through the swirling smoke, his fingertip grazed her lips.

A damp, shivering thrill stirred within her. He acted as if he didn't notice. "When you're with me, don't be gloomy."

This wasn't playful banter between lovers. It was an order from a man in power to a butterfly trapped in a cage.

This relationship was nothing to be proud of, but she couldn't escape.

Lan Yang thought: Just being with him every day could shave ten years off my life.

"Is that so?"

Meng Jingyan crushed out his cigarette and saw right through her with ease. He chuckled. "Then that's perfect. We can die together."

"..."

"Remember, from the day you were born until the day you die, you can only ever belong to me."

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Of course, Qi Wennian had long known about their relationship.

So when Lan Yang, a butterfly on the verge of collapse, had nowhere else to turn and was forced to perch on his fingertips for a while

He gave it two seconds of serious thought.

Two seconds later.

The wicked young man pretended not to know what was going on and let Lan Yang rise onto her toes and kiss him.

He clasped her hand, fingers intertwined, and kissed her back just as fiercely. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the study, a gale whipped up a downpour. The whole world faded away, leaving only that kiss, vivid and sincere as red.

"We shouldn't do this. I love him..."

"Is that so? If you love him, how did I get the chance?"

Blurb for Love in the Dark Night:

◎ A cool, stubborn actress × a dangerous, possessive head of a wealthy family. The male lead is a virgin.

Late at night, Liang Mian returned home with her wealthy boyfriend, just as his uncle, Bo Siyan, the head of the Bo Group, arrived back from a meeting.

In the dim light and deep shadows, the man leaned against a Maybach, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that exuded refinement.

He watched the couple holding hands, the glow of his lighter illuminating his deep-set eyes.

The bitter, cold scent of cigarettes filled the air, like a ribbon soaked in gasoline, burning dangerously in the dark.

Liang Mian's heart tightened.

Her boyfriend squeezed her hand and whispered, "Don't worry. My uncle is very kind. He won't give you a hard time."

*

What her boyfriend didn't know was that many years ago, Bo Siyan had held Liang Mian's hand in just the same way.

He pinned her against the wall, letting her dishevel the suit he had always kept immaculate until his collar was crumpled.

Then he kissed her fiercely, again and again, like a madman. Even when blood tinged their lips, he refused to let go.

"I'll die without you. So, for my sake, would you come to hell with me?"

Liang Mian didn't answer.

Only she knew how possessive and obsessive the urbane, courteous Bo Siyan was in private.

Two hours later.

Liang Mian lit a cigarette after sex and fed the smoke to the man beside her, who never smoked.

Bo Siyan accepted every breath. The possessiveness in his eyes flickered with the flame, then surged into a raging inferno.

Theme: Twisted love may be thrilling, but equal love is more precious.