After Sending the Wrong Message

Yu Ye was as radiant and serene as the moon, with refined features and a beautiful face that could drive anyone wild.

Sadly, Suiyi didn't have the nerve to defile him, but she liked to run her mouth.

Late at night, she sent the man in question a screenshot of her suggestive, flirtatious messages.

Her former stepbrother, Yu Ye.

Suiyi shamelessly pretended not to know him,

but the dignified, aloof man only smiled, teasing her with unmistakable predatory intent: "Being touched by Miss Sui really does have its charms."

·

On Christmas Eve, dark clouds blotted out the sky, and rain poured down.

Suiyi came to Yu Ye's birthday banquet as promised. Mud still clung to her fingertips, and she held a large bouquet of broken, withered roses. Their purple-red juice stained the front of her clothes.

The man kissed her damp, trembling lashes and tightened his hold around her waist. He took a rose and tucked it into her hair.

"Should I call you my little sister, or... my girlfriend?"

·

Suiyi said he was a piece of trash.

And he was. Otherwise, why would he love listening to Suiyi cry out his name in a hoarse voice at night, screaming until her voice gave out: "Big brother"?

The harder she cried, the rougher he became.

Reader's guide:

1. A short novella.

2. Original happy ending, one-on-one, both virgins. A romance-focused writing exercise.

Theme: When fate brings you back together, spring comes again