# Completed: Tonight, Don't Come Home, A Super-Sweet Fake Aunt-and-Niece Romance
Older icy beauty (director) & sunny little aunt (intern)
"Auntie, one more time."
# Completed: Peeping, A Beautiful Female Ghost Visits Her Dreams Every Night
Optimistic scaredy-cat girl & obsessive, gloomy female ghost
"I want to... eat you up, so we can be together forever."
# Completed: Was I Fed by the Senior Sister Today? by Mu Zi Guang
A super-sweet xianxia romance, a greedy little hedgehog & a gentle senior sister
# Completed: Us Beyond Time [Reborn] by Xiang Chi Jiao An
He / small-town literary fiction. She returns to the past and falls in love with her stunning, mature aunt.
Blurb:
Youth is a jar of colorful glass marbles.
Xia Mang plays guitar and sings onstage, shining brightly.
The spirited young man steps offstage, raises an eyebrow, and asks, "Why are you grinning like an idiot? Wasn't it good?"
Ruan An is about to argue back, but her gaze falls on Xia Mang's lips.
Her Cupid's bow is full, her upper lip a little thin. She has just taken a sip of mineral water, leaving her lips glistening with moisture.
For a moment, Ruan An can't look away, and forgets to answer.
Xia Mang taps the tip of her nose. "What are you spacing out for? Were you even listening to me sing?"
Ruan An finally snaps out of it. Her ears burn red, and her cheeks are no better. She bites her lower lip and hurriedly looks away.
"It was good."
She hears herself swallow, and the pounding of her heart in her chest.
The Cactus Story
My lover loves me dearly. From our youth into middle age, she has treasured me like a precious jewel.
But have you heard the story of "the 30 seconds when the library lost power"?
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My lover built her business from nothing, moving from a rented apartment to a mansion. She also came home later and later.
Late at night, she finally finishes entertaining clients, reeking of alcohol and wearing an unfamiliar coat, then collapses into bed.
I fold the coat and set it aside, then cover her with a little blanket.
When she sobers up, she asks, "Where's my coat?"
She reaches for it, but the moment her bleary eyes land on me, they clear instantly.
She hurriedly changes the subject, then gives me a pitiful, coquettish look.
"Baby, my head hurts so much."
The Rose Story
Everyone says ginger flowers are also known as "longevity flowers."
The ginger in the flowerpot hasn't bloomed yet.
My lover has gone to the market to buy groceries, and the TV is full of static again.
My frail, ailing body lies in bed, clutching the hot-water bottle my lover filled for me.
What should I be thinking about now?
Should I pray for the far-off dream of recovering soon, or pray that my lover will find someone new once I'm gone?
But when the end draws near, all I can think is
The ginger I grew for her must bloom. It really must.
The Ginger Flower Story
In the wilderness of Nanye Prefecture, Xu Kingdom, stood a tower three stories high. No one knew who had built it. It was called the Wind Tower.
With no owner, it often served as a stop for merchants and travelers to rest. Its doors and windows were regularly repaired, and so even after a hundred years, it had yet to collapse.
Now, travelers sat around a bonfire to rest.
Stars filled the sky beyond the window. The wind howled like a ghost, mingling with the roars of beasts in the distance. Even sheltered by the Wind Tower, it was hard to fall asleep.
Seeing that no one seemed sleepy, the young woman smiled and said, "It's a long night. Staying awake until dawn will be dull. Why don't we talk about strange people and things we've encountered?"
Seeing everyone look interested, she continued, "Since I suggested it, shall I go first?"
They all agreed.
"I was a naughty child. I cried and fussed rather than going to bed, so my mother told me this story..."
The Wind Tower Night Tales
Coming next: After I Mis-Marked My Frail, Widowed Omega Sister-in-Law
# Younger Puppy Top x Frail, Alluring Omega Sister-in-Law
Kneeling on the floor has made her knees ache, and her sister-in-law's tears break her heart.
Jiang Youyu, whose life has gone smoothly for 23 years, doesn't dare raise her head.
Fortunately, the two families eventually reach a decision.
They'll get married.
This time, her sister-in-law will become her wife.
Recommending friends' novels:
1. After Reading the Minds of the ABO Restriction Novel's Heroine by Yan Yu Yan Qing
Crazy, innocent-looking younger Alpha & beautiful older sister Alpha who only cares about making money
(You transmigrate into a restricted novel and think you can stay out of it? No! How did I become the heroine of a restricted novel?)
2. Kept in Her Ex-Girlfriend's Aunt's Loving Embrace by Zhao Er Yue
Obsessive younger puppy girl & possessive, cool older beauty
(So what if I'm after my girlfriend's aunt? She loves me, I love her. The one who isn't loved is the mistress!)
3. Raising a Stranded Lop-Eared Bunny into a Yandere by Zao Gu
Well-behaved yandere lop-eared bunny & guiding human instructor
"Teacher, please love me."
(She came to save a little bunny covered in scars, so how did she end up raising the poor thing into a yandere? Also, how can she help when her hands are tied up?!)
4. No, you didn't think there was another one, did you?
Theme: May we all become better people.
After Getting Involved with the Crazy, Gorgeous Omegaverse Girls, I Faked My Death
The Assassin Princess Consort Is a Little Cold
After Reuniting with My Family, I Became the Empress Mother's Beloved Consort
The Gentle Mommy's Love Contract
The Crybaby Alpha Is Being Wooed into Marriage by a Cool, Mature Woman
Everyone's Favorite Is Always Coveted (Part Two)
Worn Out Again While Saving the Restriction Novel's Sickly Beauty
The Mean Younger Puppy Never Loses
Sister Complex
Imprisoned in the Arms of My Cold, Fallen-Demon Senior Sister
After I Mistakenly Marked My Frail Widowed Sister-in-Law, an Omega
Like It If You Love It
Speaking of rental house literature, whether it is sad or sweet, what really makes people feel uncomfortable is actually life, the ubiquitous pressure, the anxiety that cannot be released, and the fact that we know that one day, the two of us may even struggle to support ourselves, but we still want to finish this love. In fact, Sometimes what separates people is not each other, but when they reach the peak, some people will really collapse to the point of disidentification of personality. The most common one is disidentification of self. For example, some people even hate cursing themselves. Rental literature wants to say that there is a sword hanging above the head and they feel that they will collapse at all times.
[Orange Candy] Got it!!! Before reading it, I was warned and given various reminders, and I thought it would be a story that would make me swallow shards of glass. It even made me so cautious that after every two or three hundred words, I would take a break to calm down and wait for the unknown and the knife. But finally in the dead of night, I read the remaining two-thirds in one go. It turns out that the knife hanging above my head and the glass shards fed to my mouth were all imaginary (bushi). This short story is well written, very delicate, very beautiful, very romantic, and it makes me feel warm and cozy. First of all, I want to say that although life and love have changed, of course I know that changes in love are not good changes, but no one and no thing will remain the same in this world of countless temptations and hopes, right? When changes happen, just deal with it, make new choices, and bear the consequences of the new choices. I don't know if you will have no regrets every time you make a new choice, but you have to do something and let the gears of fate turn, for yourself. Then, I want to say that the time when they fell in love was so... Warm and happy. They choose each other, are each other's only treasures, and go in both directions. After so many years of wholehearted care, attention and deep love, wouldn't it be a pity if we could easily choose to hate and hate each other due to changes? I also felt warm in the author's open-ended ending. Although she had feelings of resistance and rejection, and was heartbroken, she did not really choose to change the relationship between the two from a good relationship to a bad relationship. The mood and momentum of the article stop and end just right, giving readers like me unlimited space for daydreams. Finally, I want to say that for adults who have been adults for many years, or even older adults, the real sadness is death of the heart. The real separation and abandonment happen quietly, and she and her lover do not light up their own lights but extinguish each other's light at the same time. Her lover still cared about and took care of her emotions and feelings, and still took them to heart, but he no longer treated her like a pearl like an eyeball in the past, and a lot of disappointments, lies, and concealments arose. Sometimes I inevitably think about what it means for a human being to reach middle age. What does it mean for women to be middle-aged? I don't have an answer yet, maybe I'm overthinking things. It's just that as we grow older and time passes day and night, the threshold of life becomes more general, and our mind and temper become more peaceful and quiet. Dealing with and resolving problems does not necessarily mean being ferocious and heart-wrenching. Even most of the time, there is no quarrel. If the good relationship is not broken, they can even smile and say to each other: "Goodbye, I wish you happiness." Therefore, if love really changes, and it is a bad change, then face it head-on. Do your best to give yourself a really good result. A result of living up to this love and not regretting meeting her. If they decide to continue to walk out their lives together after discussing with each other, that would be very good, but if they can't, it won't leave each other scarred and beyond redemption. The book review is here, but I feel even more that the author is very, very, very gentle. Finally, I would like to ask a weak question: The author, hey~ I tried my best, is this considered a long review?
I got up in the middle of my sleep and finally figured out how to give feedback and comments. Forgive my lack of vocabulary, but I still want to try my best to offer endless praise. I am a reader who loves short stories very much. After reading this article, I felt the beauty of words and couldn't help but be amazed. It was like a beam of light, and I was (one of) the people who quietly saw and followed the light. Sure enough, sincerity can sweep everything! The real writing is so good! I look forward to the author's future works. As long as you write, I will follow up as a reader. Writing and life are two endless mountains. The mountains are high and the roads are far. Let's meet on the road! I wish the author good health and good health, and peace and joy for the rest of his life!
Alas... If she can grow up, she is already strong and self-reliant [changed]
It's so well written, it's fascinating to read.
I have never eaten that candy, but it should be sweet in the mouth and sour in the aftertaste.
This article is very consistent with my definition of the pain of the original family. Endless suppression and denial will cause great harm to people's psychology. The appearance of grandma is like when you decide to give up on yourself, someone suddenly tells you that everything is not so bad. People who have never been recognized before are always frightened when they suddenly receive recognition. When I was mentally immature, no matter how much I said I didn't need it, I still wanted to be affirmed in my heart. It seemed that as long as anyone conveyed positive feedback to me, I could comfort myself no matter how hard it was that I was not that bad. Grandma must have had a great influence on "me" at that time, so even if the memory gradually fades after many years, if I relive it in some specific situations, I will feel annoyed that my response was not decent enough and my behavior was not appropriate enough. But it doesn't matter, now more people will know Grandma's story, and she will leave traces in more people's memories. Even if I have never experienced life with slopes, foxtail grass, and so many vivid pictures, I can still get a sense of the picture from the first person and Teacher Shen's words, as if I am also experiencing these things in the current environment. It makes me think if someone like this showed kindness to me when I was a child, would I be different from what I am now? The answer is probably yes. Give me a little bit of my language-poor feelings and I will always be touched by emotionally charged stories (my phone has ruined my language skills [brain-picking]!)
I like Teacher Shen's writing, it's very comfortable and warm 🤩
Mommy is her own heroine
Teacher Shen's sincerity: I will pour my own cup, please do as you please.