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.
