Next in line is Kiss My Little Mute. Notice: this novel entered VIP on June first, with ten thousand bonus words on the first day, and no reposting or rewriting in any form; thank you for the support. That day Jian Ling got splashed with alcohol and, embarrassed, borrowed tissues from a woman next door. The woman handed her a plain white handkerchief. Her fingers were even fairer than the cloth, and a faint fragrance lingered in Jian Ling’s heart, leaving her obsessed from then on. Jian Ling hooked the woman’s neck, lifted her chin, and laughed lazily: pretty lady, how about we date? The woman pinned her to the wall instead and said in deliberately restrained coldness: if you date me, it is for life. Do you dare? Jian Ling fled in panic. Later Jian Ling saw the woman again, in class. This time she behaved herself and only wanted to attract the strict female professor on the podium, but instead drew a crowd of admirers, making the professor narrow her eyes in silence. After class the professor trapped her between the door and her arm and whispered by her ear: if being with me is for life, how dare you flirt around? With the tempting fragrance filling her nose, Jian Ling answered hoarsely that she would not dare anymore. This woman is a trap, and once Jian Ling dives in she can never come out. Reading guide: Luo Yimu top and Jian Ling bottom. The age gap is ten years, with an older top. Sweet story. The author also mentions drafts including Kiss My Little Mute, a high-sugar, no-angst, pampering marriage-first-then-love story with a domineering chief executive top and a soft sweet shy little wife bottom, plus Partiality, a bloody scum-top story. Finished novel available in the column: Out-of-Print Lover, along with more completed works.