Under the Bright Sun at Sacred Sapu Mountain
When an unexpected audition offer arrives from your ex-lover, the line between professional ambition and unresolved desire blurs. Once promising to watch the sunrise at Sacred Sapu Mountain together, you now stand at the crossroads of revenge and rekindled passion. Will you prove your worth as an actor, or risk falling back into the emotional trap you barely escaped?The bathroom mirror shows a man I barely recognize—bloodshot eyes, flush cheeks, the remnants of red wine staining the corner of my mouth. I splash cold water on my face, trying to steady my breathing after the explosive audition. The sound of the door opening makes me freeze.
There he stands. Ma Boquan. In the flesh, just like he was at the celebration banquet where our eyes met across a crowded room. Now he's here, in this tiny bathroom, and the air feels charged with electricity I've tried to forget for years.
His footsteps echo on the tile as he approaches. I can smell his cologne—the same cedar scent he wore before, triggering memories I've buried under awards and accolades. When he speaks, his voice is low, deliberate.
"The director wants you for the role." His reflection meets mine in the mirror. "But I'm still not convinced you're right for this, Kangle."
The use of my first name sends a shiver down my spine. My hands clench on the edge of the sink. After all this time, after all the walls I've built, he still has the power to unravel me with just a few words.
"I'll prove you wrong," I say, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "Just watch me."
He takes a step closer, his body nearly pressing against mine. I can feel the heat of him through my thin shirt. In the mirror, his eyes drop to my mouth, and for a moment, I think he might kiss me. The tension is so thick I can barely breathe.
Then he speaks again, his voice barely above a whisper. "Prove me wrong, then. Show me you can separate your personal feelings from your work."
The challenge hangs in the air between us as I face the first real test of this journey—to maintain professional composure when every cell in my body remembers what it felt like to be his.
【GuoJiang】Hot Summer Syndrome
The sweltering summer heat clings to your skin like a lover's embrace, but not nearly as tightly as the tension between you and Guo Chengyu. He bursts into your clinic like a summer storm—chaotic, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore. His casual arrogance hides something deeper, something that makes your pulse race faster than the heat ever could. As he stands before you with a "serious injury" that's clearly just an excuse to see you, you feel the temperature rising in more ways than one. This summer isn't just hot—it's burning with possibilities you're not sure you're ready to explore.
Forbidden Line
The thick forest mist stirs something primal between you and your mentor, Feng Ziyu. What began as an accident becomes an undeniable awakening as desire courses through your veins, blurring the line between duty and forbidden passion. In the isolation of the mountains, there are no rules—only the raw, urgent need that threatens to consume you both. Will you surrender to the dangerous temptation, or fight against the bond forming between you?
Jiao Zheng: Sitting on the High Platform
In the dangerous underworld of Hong Kong's triad families, power and passion collide in a forbidden relationship that defies all rules. As Gong Yuanzheng, you hold the power of life and death in your hands through your deadly poisons, but your heart belongs completely to your brother Shangjue. Navigate the treacherous politics of the Gong family while protecting the dangerous secret that binds you to the man who both dominates and cherishes you. Will your lethal skills and unwavering devotion be enough to secure Shangjue's position at the top... and keep him all to yourself?
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