[Secret crush becomes mutual + Childhood friends + School days to city life + Chaste hero, experienced heroine]
[Sweet on the outside but dark within, flirtatious hero and sincere, adorable sunflower heroine]
Ji Zhenghan had a face that could make him dazzling as either a man or a woman.
In Meng Yimian’s childhood memories, Ji Zhenghan always had long hair. His voice was gentle, and when he smiled, he was even prettier than some girls. Ever since she was little, she had thought of him as a big sister. His outer appearance didn’t matter: on the inside, he had to be a big sister.
In high school, Meng Yimian realized that whenever anything happened to Ji Zhenghan, her older brother, Meng Shengzhe, was always the first to rush to his side. To figure out her brother’s sexual orientation, she followed him, spied on him, and searched for any evidence she could find. In the end, she got a definite answer.
She secretly told herself that she, Meng Yimian, was understanding and open-minded, and would never discriminate against the two of them over this. She would be their relationship bodyguard and stop their dad from breaking her brother’s legs.
But no one could have imagined that one day Ji Zhenghan would confess to her. But wasn’t he her brother’s “boyfriend”?
To keep their sibling bond from falling apart, Meng Yimian avoided Ji Zhenghan for three whole years. She rarely went home and even blocked him on WeChat.
Who could have guessed that three years later, her brother would entrust her to Ji Zhenghan in Beijing?
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Three years ago, Ji Zhenghan confessed to the sister of his childhood friend and was rejected, then blocked.
After that, he took to drinking, telling himself he should get back to his own life and let her find her happiness.
But three years later, he still couldn’t forget her or let her go. So he chose to come back into her life, slowly weaving a great net under the guise of being her brother, drawing her closer and closer into his arms.
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Not purely sweet, with a few melodramatic twists. Read with caution if that’s not your thing.
