Male Yandere
Next Spring
In my fifth year by the side of that charming, reckless young playboy, someone snapped a photo of me that made it look like I was pregnant.
For a while, rumors flew through our circle. Everyone thought I was going to use the baby to force my way up and marry into a wealthy family.
When his long-estranged first love heard the news, she came charging back from overseas.
I thought a bloody storm was about to break loose.
But by the time Lu Heran returned from his business trip, all he heard was that I had gotten rid of the baby and slipped back to my hometown.
Sigh. Good girls like us can fool around all we want on ordinary days.
But if we really got pregnant with a child and no proper status, our parents would beat us to death.
Submission
Because of a bet, Jing Shaochuan lost me to his twin brother.
I acted as if I knew nothing and spent a night of reckless entanglement with his brother.
The next day, I blushed and asked Jing Shaochuan to buy some ointment for me.
“Where are you feeling unwell?” He frowned slightly, his voice deep and cold.
I murmured softly, “You were too rough last night. You hurt me.”
Jing Shaochuan froze visibly.
I took a step forward, hugging him gently and intentionally acting sweet and spoiled.
“But, you were so different last night compared to how you usually are… I really liked it, though.”
How Did You Two End Up in a Pure Love?
I am the most pathetic pervert alive.
After a year of crushing on the class heartthrob,
I finally couldn’t suppress my urge to spy on him anymore.
So I installed a cheap camera in his home.
Less than three hours later, the camera ran out of battery and shut off.
I tried to send him a creepy message:
-I like you I like you I like you I like you
Before it could even send, my phone notified me that my service had been suspended for unpaid bills.
Because I was broke,
I was forced to become an upstanding person.
Until one day, when I opened my door,
Xie Yu was on my bed, half-dressed and tied up with rope.
When he saw me come in, he even deliberately tightened the ropes, looking pitiful as he said,
“You don’t like me anymore, Xiaocui?”
The General Above
I woke up in my arch-rival’s bed.
His clothes were in disarray, his body was covered in red marks, and his eyes were clouded with the lingering haze of intimacy.
Shocked and enraged, I pointed at him and yelled, “Traitorous Chancellor, how dare you defile me-”
“This Chancellor has fulfilled every custom from the three letters to the six rites. Why would I not dare?” he countered calmly.
“Nonsense!” My eyes widened. “When did I ever marry you?”
“Not long ago,” he said, his long eyes narrowing as he looked at me, “while you were suffering from amnesia.”
Keeping a Canary Outside My Arranged Marriage Husband’s Back
Married life was so dull that I got myself a canary to pass the time.
Who would have thought the news would reach my husband, the man I’d married for an alliance? From that day on, he started coming home more and more often.
He even… kept finding new ways to surprise me. Until one day, he asked, “When are you going to take me to meet that canary you’re keeping outside?”
“What is it about him that has you so fascinated?”
I froze. “You want to meet him?”
After he gave me a firm yes, I took him to meet the bird I’d been raising.
A Gloster Canary.
What to Do If My Husband Loses His Memory on Our Divorce Day?
The man who had been sleeping in a separate room from me for the past six months was standing there with a pillow in his arms when I blocked him at the top of the stairs.
“The two of us together aren’t even fifty yet. We’re at the age when we should be all over each other. Is sleeping in separate rooms normal?”
He frowned at me, staring so hard that cold sweat prickled down my spine.
At last, he nodded. “Mm. It isn’t very normal.” Emboldened, I snatched the pillow out of his arms and grumbled, “You never used to be like this.”
“What did I use to be like?”
“You used to hold me every night when we slept, and before bed you’d call me your little baby.”
“…Did I?”
“You did!”
Look at me. Do these look like the eyes of a liar?
Honey
I was the heroine of an erotic webnovel, and my job was to seduce the poor campus heartthrob.
But Shi Yan always stopped just short of going all the way.
Crying, I hit him. “What else can you do besides get drool all over me?”
Then I decisively ran away.
Later, Shi Yan wrapped an arm around my waist, his voice low and dangerous.
“Looks like I held back too much before.”