Settling a Favor! Guan Min’er
Although I initially asked Yoyo to help me write a preface, so naturally I owe her a favor, writing a preface for her is indeed appropriate.
But, alas! Isn’t this favor a bit too short?
Hey, everyone, I’m Guan Min’er, please call me Min’er, which sounds more intimate, and we can pretend to be familiar. If there’s a chance in the future, I’d welcome you to directly call me Jin Cheng Min’er [hehe! Taking my husband’s surname, assuming I successfully get together with Jin Cheng Wu ^_^].
Let me tell you about the day before yesterday when I asked Yoyo for a preface to increase the page count for my July new book – “Beast Men Don’t Go to Bed” [Xie Yichun Fatty has instructed me to take the opportunity to advertise her new book, and I dare not disobey, so please bear with me!], and this heartless ointment immediately reminded me on the third day, “Hey, shouldn’t we reciprocate?”
Honestly, when I first saw the preface request email from the ointment, I had an irrepressible impulse – to move the mouse and directly delete it, pretending I hadn’t seen it.
Is there anyone this shameless?
If I wasn’t lazy about writing a preface or lacking inspiration, would I have asked her to help me? Of course not!
If I had a belly full of things to say, a pile of nonsense to share with everyone, would I need her to step in? Of course not!
So I really can’t understand what’s in the ointment’s head, not even understanding such a simple principle. Isn’t she afraid I might ruin her preface and make readers lose hope in the novel from the very beginning?
Wow! If that were the case, wouldn’t I be awesome, inadvertently taking down another enemy… No, if I really did that, before the ointment could come argue with me, New Moon’s big-headed Sister Xu would first chop me up, and then that manuscript-chasing monster Fatty Xie would lead a group of authors to point fingers at my fallen head, “Look, it’s Min’er! Such a scheming person, using the pretext of writing a preface to ruin someone else’s literary creation, how despicable!”
Ha, this is actually my first time writing a preface for someone!
Unexpectedly, my precious first time is ruined by the ointment, how hateful!
I originally thought that maybe one day, when I’m with Brother Wu, his unparalleled beauty would write a poetry collection to praise my beauty and thank me for loving him, [wait a moment, I haven’t finished, please don’t rush to vomit!] at which point, I could write a touching, moving preface for our love poems.
But this dream is destined to be destroyed by the ointment, alas! [Okay, I’m done, everyone can go vomit and then come back ^_^]
After talking so long, I haven’t yet explained how I met the ointment. [Hey, don’t think I’m old-fashioned, this is the standard formula for writing a preface. Without explaining our karmic beginning, how would everyone know how we got together?]
I first met the ointment in the Flower Group family. When I first saw the pen name Yoyo, I wondered, how could someone choose such a name! Doesn’t she know Yoyo is an ointment name, specifically for treating Hong Kong foot?
Haha! But thinking about it later, it’s not bad. Now, whenever I see that ointment advertisement, I’ll think of Yoyo.
Giggle, in fact, these five lines will also appear intact in the preface of “Beast Men Don’t Go to Bed” [sneaking in another advertisement], see how lazy I am! But I really can’t come up with anything! You know, writing a preface is incredibly difficult, matching the ointment’s low-level style while not losing my high taste, ugh! What a challenging task!
But ointment, don’t blame me for talking nonsense, you know I’ve never been normal.
But you haven’t suffered either!
The preface you wrote for me will be in Flower Garden’s July new book “Beast Men Don’t Go to Bed” [hehe, see how scheming I am, casually advertising again], and Fatty Xie actually said our writing standards are equally low.
Wow, I have to praise Fatty for being so smart, easily seeing through our low level. Heavens! I hope only she sees through our incompetence, otherwise everyone would come to despise us! Ointment, don’t you agree?
PS: This preface must absolutely not be seen by Blue, I actually owe that damn Blue a preface for even longer! If she finds out I’ve dodged her and run to write for the ointment… Wow! That grudge-holding Blue definitely won’t let me off easy. Besides calling me a mad dog Min, she might even come up with more vicious nicknames to bully me!
[First Chapter Excerpt]
A man with neatly tied long hair, features carved like a sculpture, perfectly precise, two bold eyebrows heroically spirited, eyes flowing with calm, thin lips habitually pressed, an innate cold temperament adding several degrees of coolness.
His aloofness makes people difficult to approach, his strong individual character inspiring awe, yet the man known as the “Ice Sculpture Statue” Feng Shaohao also has a tender side.
Whenever he looks at his beloved, his deep black eyes gain warmth, though the change is barely perceptible, the passion in his heart is immeasurably deep.
Feng Shaohao’s slender fingers gently trace across a tender cheek, softly caressing eyebrows, following the delicate nose and finally resting on pink lips, his caressing movements light, repeatedly tracing those cherry-like lips, conveying love and tenderness through his fingertips.
Lin Qianzhu has a head of beautiful wavy hair, sleeping like a little child, curved lips with two small dimples, her smile alternating between deep and shallow, always stealing his soul, often causing him to lose himself while watching her.
His touch makes her shift her body, the masculine scent driving away sleepiness, but she’s still reluctant to open her eyes, holding his hand and rubbing it against her cheek.
She acted coquettishly like a cat, his large hand slightly cool, its temperature penetrating through her skin directly to her heart. His body temperature always made her heart flutter, happiness melting like honey into her heart.
Her man, firmly gripping her heart, his every breath and movement completely in sync with hers. Oh! This love, impossible to describe in a thousand words.
After lingering for a while, she playfully blinked, finally willing to let go of his hand, lazily stretching her willow-like waist, “Good morning.”
“Morning.” Feng Shaohao’s gaze never left her, picking up his coat and draping it over her shoulders, gently combing her hair with his fingers until her black, shiny hair was full and beautiful, before reluctantly moving away.
“Ah! It’s seven o’clock.” She glanced at the clock and then looked back at the towel on his broad shoulders, “You’ve already finished your morning run.”
He nodded, slightly narrowing his dark eyes, laughing at her sleepiness.
“Useless alarm clock.” Lin Qianzhu pouted, tapping the clock twice, then glaring at him, “Next time, you must wake me up.”
Feng Shaohao had already tried, “A sleepy little pig is hard to wake up.”
“You’re more likable when you stay silent,” she said, her small face turning red, whispering coyly.
The corner of his mouth slightly curved, with a charming half-smile, “Don’t forget to pick plums at eight.”
“Oh right! I’ll brush my teeth and wash my face right away.”
She hurriedly grabbed a large hairpin to tie up her long hair, making a big movement, and the coat draped over her shoulders slipped off. The mirror’s reflection showed how alluring her open collar looked, and his gaze had changed.
She bent down to pick up the coat deliberately slowly, her swaying bosom barely concealed, revealing her smooth, fair shoulders.
No matter how good his self-control was, he couldn’t resist the temptation of the woman he loved. He immediately hugged her from behind, his face pressed against her fair neck, “Don’t want to make plum vinegar?”
