In total and complete concentration, Mo Yuan focused all his mental powers to ignore Zhe Yan but it was impossible. He stared at him intently like a hungry puppy expecting a delicious treat like bacon. Zhe Yan had been there for hours just staring at him, while Mo Yuan tried in vain to read and…
The days until Mo Yuan’s wedding quickly dwindled down. What were three weeks was now two days away, and Bai Qian still didn’t know if she should attend or not. In many ways, she owed him the courtesy since Mo Yuan was her Shifu and it was respectful and proper. But could she watch him…
During the hectic three weeks time in which Bai Qian’s continually changing life, did more rotations than Yuna Kim and Nancy Kerrigan (ice skaters) put together. Everything in Zhe Yan’s peach orchard was the same as usual, ordinary and predictable. In Ten-Mile Peach Grove, the wind still blew gently. The peach florets continued to bloom…
Heavenly Lord said and did nothing, after hearing about the change in guards at Donghua Dijun’s residence. If anything, he’d intentionally and purposely avoided the palace, because he didn’t want to run into Bai Qian. He’d lived long enough to know revenge was best served cold and calculated Bai Qian’s plans were currently on ice.…
The dynamics between Cheng Yu and Lian Song’s relationship changed overnight. Their indifference towards each other vanished and instead, he watched her with eyes full of love and desire. She shyly flushed whenever they made eye contact. Cheng Yu coloring? Cheng Yu, the naughty goddess and unofficial sex education instructor in Nine Heavens? Yes, Lian…
Mo Yuan Spat! Plop! The distinct, almost sharp sound of soaking, drenched, weighted clothes hitting the marble ground. The soft, wet sound of smacking lips french kissing, was the only other audible noise heard in the midst, of drenched garments being pulled off, then thrown on the stone surface around the healing pool. Their…
The soft candlelight flickered and moved sultrily like a shadow dancer behind a thin, silk veil. Cheng Yu had her head turned away but Lian Song knew she was crying. Carefully, he reached for her hand, but she jerked away and nervously wrung her small hands tensely in her lap. Lian Song’s voice was…
Was it a dream? Cheng Yu forcefully pinched herself and she was awake. Completely. Her unbelievable meeting with High Goddess Bai Qian of Qingqiu, left her in a full daze of stupor. That excitement of being starstruck. She tripped, tittered and stumbled as she walked away. Cheng Yu was floating on cloud nine and barely…
Why couldn’t she stop crying? It was insanity but on the cold tile kitchen floor, Bai Qian sat bewildered and confused. Disorientated and unable to look up at Ye Hua’s face. Why had he tasted and felt so familiar inside her just now? But the most frightening dilemma was that for a split instant, maybe…
On a gorgeous moonlit Kauai night, Ye Hua carefully led Qian Qian by the hand to the sandy shore. He desired to make love in the water, but she’d adamantly refused due to the condom situation. She feared the water might cause it to slip off and she didn’t want to take any risks. As…
The immortal version of Sir Philip Anthony Hopkins! He was quite the actor, Crown Prince Ye Hua. His dark dancing eyes gleamed while brightly smiling, as if nothing happened the day before. It was impossible for him not to know she was with Mo Yuan the previous night. Seriously, most of the floor heard her…
Bizzzzz…buzzzzzz…It sounded similar to standing too close to a highly active bee’s nest. The busy hum was coming off Ye Hua, who was whirring with pure excitement. Exhilarated, he babbled, “I knew it! A-Li is going to be so excited when he sees you again, Qian Qian. He misses his mother so much! Let’s have…
Ye Hua tenderly kissed Bai Qian while she held back the deep urge to cry. She saw her reflection clearly in his dark eyes, while he stared down at her adoringly and lovingly, her expression appeared more like one of defeat and failure. It was honestly incomprehensible. The strange stirring of confused emotions Bai Qian…
She looked like a child. So tiny. Tightly curled up on the floor and drowning in the oversized hotel robe. Crying by the door…weeping uncontrollably. Heartbreakingly. Ye Hua instantly dropped on his knees beside her, but Qian Qian refused to meet his longing gaze. Turning her head sharply from one side to other, she purposely…
He’d been waiting anxiously. Ye Hua heard her firmly tap on the hotel door. He swung it open quickly. And there she stood looking very human, his Qian Qian. She wore a conservative black, penciled skirted, tailored suit. Crisp, white, dress shirt closed up to the top button. She came off like a teacher, businesswoman…