Si Angran had always been unstoppable, until she fell for a woman. After less than ten hours together, she already wanted to kiss her.
The woman Si Angran loved was gentle, kind, and adorable.
In their passionate love, she was like a brilliantly blooming rose, yet deep down, her roots were rotting.
Lin Chunyi was a coward. She loved Si Angran desperately and dreamed about her constantly, but after they lost contact once, she didn't dare reach out again.
She finally worked up the courage to go abroad and find her, but could only sneak a look at her through the glass.
When Si Angran spotted her, she held her tight and whispered in her ear, "I've missed you so much."
Then she kissed Lin Chunyi.
By the end of the kiss, Si Angran's little coward wasn't a coward anymore. "Let's make up. Let's be together."
Si Angran added, "Forever."
Cool-faced, straightforward woman x gentle, adorable, curly-haired woman with long hair
Reading guide: 1. A short, sweet story with a little heartbreak from the blurb.
2. I'm still a beginner, so please don't offer advice.
Coming soon!
"How to Woo a Cultured Lady"
Cultured, elegant teacher x passionate, sensitive artist
Lan Quyou earns six figures for commissioned paintings, but makes less than a hundred a month from her comics.
She thought things would stay that way, until both she and her comic career underwent an astonishing transformation through her daily interactions with a slender woman in silver-rimmed glasses and a navy embroidered qipao.
Bo Meixi is just like her name: elegant and refined, intelligent, and at ease in any setting, whether on campus or at work.
Before the age of thirty-three, romance had no place in her life plans. Lan Quyou's presence became a source of considerable frustration.
In the end, she followed her heart and opened the book called love.
A little scene:
Once, Bo Meixi filled in for her Classical Chinese teacher from her undergraduate days. During a break, a student came to ask her about the tonal patterns in a regulated verse they'd written.
She realized it was a love poem. After the student left, she took up her pen and wrote one for Lan Quyou, too.
A few days later, she was surprised to find that the traditional Chinese painting in the living room had been replaced by a framed calligraphy piece. Looking closely, she saw it was the love poem she'd written.
Lan Quyou, standing beside her, looked very pleased. "I specially asked my grandfather to write it. I begged him for ages."
Her grandfather's work was worth a fortune, and in recent years he had hardly picked up his brush. His pieces were virtually impossible to find on the market.
Bo Meixi smiled helplessly.
Theme: Be brave enough to express yourself in the face of love
