Male Yandere
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.”
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?
