In the spring at Peking University, the gentle sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches, casting patches of golden light and shadow on the stone path. Jiang Lingxi, carrying a stack of thick books, walked quickly toward the library.Her hair, as smooth as satin, swayed gently with her light steps under the caress of the breeze, resembling flowing black waves. The neat air bangs, like a soft, thin cloud, rested perfectly on her smooth forehead.
Beneath them, a pair of sparkling, watery eyes resembled two clear, bottomless springs, lively and expressive, with gleaming lights that seemed to hide countless whimsical ideas, as if containing the entire splendid galaxy. Her fair, oval face, with skin as delicate as fine jade, emitted a soft glow, like a meticulously carved masterpiece. Her cherry-like lips, naturally tinted red, curled slightly when pursed, adding a touch of gentleness and shyness, akin to a rosebud about to bloom, exuding an enchanting fragrance.
Her tall, slender figure naturally formed an alluring S-curve, like a willow branch gracefully stretching in the spring breeze, elegant and poised. She wore a simple yet elegant dress, with subtle colors and exquisite tailoring, perfectly showcasing her youthful vitality. Standing there, she appeared both pure and captivating, with an intellectual beauty, like a fairy slowly emerging from the pages of a campus romance.
At that moment, in another tranquil corner of the campus, Mu Yang had just concluded an online meeting. The meeting room door slowly opened, and his tall figure appeared in the doorway. As a prominent international racing driver, Mu Yang exuded an innate sense of freedom and nonchalance. Even amidst the scholarly atmosphere of the campus, surrounded by the bustling, energetic student crowd, he seemed to radiate his own light, much like a powerful magnet effortlessly drawing everyone's gaze. Passersby couldn't help but glance his way, whispering about this legendary figure on campus.
His misty blue hair resembled delicate clouds gently brushed by the breeze in a clear sky, with strands conveying a unique sense of ease and elegance. The sunlight poured down, tenderly enveloping his hair, giving it a shimmering, soft luster. The meticulously dyed sections sparkled with lively gleams with every turn of his head or casual movement, as if hidden stars were nestled within, showcasing his distinctive personality. Standing at 1.9 meters tall, his physique was a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship, each proportion flawless. Broad shoulders akin to towering mountains exuded stability and reliability, naturally imparting a profound sense of security. The contrast between his firm, narrow waist and expansive shoulders outlined a standard and captivating inverted triangle shape. As he moved, he emanated a magnetic aura, a remarkable blend of youthful vigor and mature charm in every gesture.
Mu Yang wore a simple white T-shirt, its soft cotton fabric gently hugging his form, highlighting his fair skin that radiated youthful energy. Paired with tailored jeans that perfectly outlined his athletic build, each movement accentuated the well-defined muscles honed from years of racing training, embodying strength and speed.With each step, his gait was light yet powerful, reminiscent of a swift leopard traversing the plains. An aura of speed and confidence surrounded him, transforming the familiar campus paths into the exhilarating circuits of an F1 racetrack in his mind. The ambient sounds of student chatter and distant announcements morphed into the thunderous roar of racing engines, with every breath infused with the thrill of velocity.
Mu Yang had long noticed Jiang Lingxi. From the first time he saw her on the campus avenue, she was holding books, her hair gently swaying in the breeze, her gaze focused yet lively. A casual turn of her body was like a beam of light piercing directly into Mu Yang's heart. Since then, her every move had quietly entered Mu Yang's eyes.Mu Yang had long been aware of Jiang Lingxi. One day, during a family gathering in their garden on a sunny day with a gentle breeze, Mu Yang was strolling when his attention was drawn to a lively figure. Jiang Lingxi sat quietly on a swing, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, gently swaying with the movement. She wore a sweet smile, reminiscent of spring flowers in bloom, captivating and charming. Softly humming an unfamiliar tune, the melody lingered in the garden like a subtle enchantment. As she swung back and forth, sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a dreamy halo around her, making her appear as an ethereal being, pure and flawless. In that moment, Mu Yang found himself unable to look away. A sudden, intense feeling gripped his heart, as if an invisible hand had tightly clenched it. An overwhelming thought, almost possessive, ignited within him—a desire to claim her as his own, to prevent anyone from approaching or touching her. She should belong only to him, becoming a unique presence in his life. This image became deeply etched in Mu Yang's memory. The two families had long been close, with deep friendships between their parents, especially his mother, who shared a bond akin to that of close friends. However, due to living in different cities, opportunities to meet were rare.
As time passed, the threads of fate subtly intertwined, leading to their reunion on the campus of Peking University. Mu Yang gazed at Jiang Lingxi's figure, and the long-buried feelings from childhood stirred within him, like ripples spreading across a lake touched by a spring breeze, gently awakening. Unaware of this, Jiang Lingxi spent her leisure time browsing the news. She happened upon an article about Mu Yang's racing exploits; in the photos, his striking appearance and the dynamic passion he exuded on the racetrack instantly captivated her heart. From that moment, she etched the image of this racing icon into her mind, never anticipating that the Mu Yang she frequently encountered, who felt so familiar, was the very racing legend she had admired from afar.
Jiang Lingxi has been passionate about literature since childhood, possessing a unique sensitivity and mastery over words. Upon entering university, she immersed herself in the burgeoning world of online literature. In this competitive arena, teeming with exceptional works, she sought to distinguish herself and capture readers' attention by experimenting with various writing styles. Through exploration, she discovered that incorporating suggestive elements and weaving subtle, intriguing scenes into her narratives significantly enhanced their allure and generated buzz. For instance, when depicting moments alone between the male and female protagonists, she delicately portrayed their nuanced eye contact and accidental touches, evoking a gentle flutter in readers' hearts. This approach gradually garnered her a loyal readership, with many praising her works and engaging actively through comments and likes with each new update. Throughout her creative journey, Mu Yang's appearance and physique subtly became the prototypes for her characters. During breaks, Jiang Lingxi often sought secluded spots, pretending to read, yet her gaze would secretly focus on Mu Yang. His tall stature, vigorous stride, and the youthful energy he exuded in every movement captivated her attention.
Jiang Lingxi looked at him, his thoughts drifted away unconsciously, and his mind outlined the hidden muscle lines under his clothes, which must be tight and powerful, with his every move, the muscles were either dilated or tense, full of strength. She savored Muyang's sweating appearance in the basketball game, and the explosive power he showed when running, jumping, and shooting; I also remember his straight back under the concentration expression when he was studying seriously in the library. Jiang Lingxi integrated these vivid pictures in his mind, along with the trivial bits and pieces of his life, such as his occasional bright smile and hearty laughter when talking with friends, into the novel, making the stories become more vivid and vivid because of Muyang's shadow. Not only that, because his liking for Muyang has reached the level of obsession, Jiang Lingxi will fall into a dream full of marginal plots every night. In the dream, she and Muyang hugged each other intimately, their lips touched, and there were even some more private and red-faced scenes, and after waking up, she would always have her heart beat faster because of those dreams, and she couldn't calm down for a long time.