Hey, That's Not the Online Dating Application I Sent

After her post offering to rent out her campus network account had been ignored on the forum for three days, Fang Shiyu was at her wits' end.

She randomly picked a friend from her university group chat and opened with, "Babe, want to rent my campus network account?"

The other person was silent for ages, then sent a question mark.

Before Fang Shiyu could explain, he slowly replied, "Okay."

On the ninth of every month, Fang Shiyu would find that inconspicuous account near the bottom of her contacts.

Then she'd ask, "Babe, want to rent my campus network account?"

He'd transfer the money like a pro, and the conversation would end with a thank-you.

When the campus network account was about to expire, she stopped messaging him, thinking they'd both silently agreed that their business arrangement was over.

Until one day, with snow falling all around, someone grabbed her wrist as she squeezed through the crowd at the package pickup station.

She looked up in confusion, but the other person let go, his expression hard to read.

After a long pause, he pinched his earlobe, his gaze darting about.

"I wasn't following you on purpose. But you always sit at the back in class, fall asleep as soon as class ends, and take your lunch back to your dorm... I couldn't find you anywhere, so I came to the package pickup station to try my luck."

"Why haven't you asked if I want to rent your campus network account?"

He took a deep breath, then stammered softly, "And... and you don't call me Babe anymore?"

Fang Shiyu: ???

I sent you a campus network rental request, not a dating request, okay?!

Everyday moments:

1.

Fang Shiyu excitedly dragged Xue Chenyu over to show him the character description she'd recently fallen for.

"This is exactly my type!"

She paused and looked at him thoughtfully. "By the way, you know what 'type' means, right?"

Xue Chenyu put down his chopsticks and earnestly raised his hand, his eyes sparkling.

"I know! I know! It means experience, right? That's where the XP in Microsoft's operating system comes from!"

He was so excited, like a puppy wagging its tail so fast it turned into a propeller.

Seeing his hopeful, eager-to-be-praised expression, Fang Shiyu blushed bright red. "Idiot!"

2.

On their wedding night, Fang Shiyu was so muddled that she was dumped onto the wedding bed.

Xue Chenyu hadn't been able to fend off the guests urging him to drink, and he'd had alcohol.

He grabbed Fang Shiyu's slender wrist with one hand and pressed her into the soft bed. His warm, alcohol-scented breath brushed against her neck.

As the heat rose between them, they were pressed close together.

Something was digging uncomfortably into her.

In a daze, Fang Shiyu looped her arms around his neck. Her fingertips weakly traced his Adam's apple, catching on a silver chain.

The tag dangling beside a little star clearly read:

"My handler's special puppy."

A reclusive, twisted shut-in girl x a sweet, crybaby, earnest guy

September 14, 2025

Note:

1. A cute, everyday campus romance

2. Both leads are sexually inexperienced; one-on-one pairing; happy ending

Blurb for He'll Indulge You Again:

"My brother is the one I'm destined to be with."

As you typed those words, your brother was resting his head on your desk.

You stood up. Your fingertip traced his brow, the corner of his eye, his lips, and finally his Adam's apple.

Three seconds later.

He woke groggily. His hoodie had conveniently fallen over his shoulders, and you had just taken your hand away.

The computer was diagonally in front of him, the words glowing clearly on the screen.

Your brother's eyelashes trembled.

And you bet he wouldn't look up.

When you were five, your brother held your hand and walked you home. You decided you would stay with him for the rest of your life.

When you were six, your brother accompanied you to school for the first time.

He said, "If anyone bullies you, tell me."

When you were twelve, he came to pick you up, stepping over the shadows cast by the streetlights.

"It's okay if you don't want to live at school. I'll come get you every day."

At twenty, your brother's eyes were red as he raised his hand, only to bring it down on his own face.

"How did things end up like this?"

You only lifted your chin stubbornly, staring straight at him.

Your brother, his eyes red for once.

Why wasn't he in your bed?

You thought maliciously.

You don't understand. What could your brother possibly be unhappy about?

Was it because you hadn't gotten the dosage right for what you'd secretly added to his milk?

Or were the love letters that mysteriously appeared in his bag annoying him?

Or was he afraid of the marks left behind by the dry calligraphy brush you'd used to trace his muscles?

You don't really understand, but it doesn't matter.

Sooner or later, there'll come a day when he'll indulge you again.

A twisted, obsessive little sister x an honest, nurturing big brother

Blurb posted October 8, 2025

Note:

1. Written in third person; both leads are sexually inexperienced; one-on-one pairing; happy ending

2. The leads are not related by blood, family, or law. They're simply ordinary temporary housemates.

3. Please don't demand too much from the female lead's morals or values, and don't judge her actions.

Blurb for After Marrying My Childhood Rival:

Marriage first, love later / bickering couple / childhood friends

A sweet little romance

A temperamental, bad-tempered girl x a sharp-tongued, tsundere, cold-faced flirt

Chen Mingyin is spoiled and rude, and loves to lose her temper. When she's in a bad mood, even the dogs on the street get an earful.

No one on Wutong Street dares to mess with her.

Her neighbor, the young General Cui, is another matter. He cuts a dashing figure, full of youthful confidence, and receives endless praise just for standing there.

Though he's always wearing a cold expression, the neighbors aren't particularly afraid of him.

Outsiders all think the childhood friends are made for each other.

Only Cui Changling knows the truth:

Every time Chen Mingyin looks at him with a beaming smile,

she's actually annoyed with him to death.

On her fifteenth birthday, Chen Mingyin knelt before the Buddha.

Counting on her fingers, she prayed, "Please grant me a husband who'll make me happy."

"I hope he's powerful and influential, richer than a king, gentle as water, kind and refined, with a noble air, knowledgeable about the heavens above and the earth below, and widely read..."

She went on and on, then added one last thing.

"It'd be even better if he were a top scholar surnamed Pei."

Cui Changling simply leaned lazily against the wall and scoffed.

"Keep dreaming."

Chen Mingyin didn't even look at him. She clasped her hands together and quietly continued her prayer.

"Please take a good look at the one outside."

"I curse him to get caught in the rain without an umbrella and be caught short without any paper..."

"Are you done? Let's go."

As Cui Changling urged her on, Chen Mingyin finished with a vicious final curse.

"May! He! Step! In! Dog! Poop!"

Chen Mingyin thought Cui Changling was nothing but an annoying pest to her.

Sooner or later, they would go their separate ways and never see each other again.

Until one day, she woke up in his bed.

And became his widow.

Notes:

1. The male lead is not dead.

2. Marriage first, love later / bickering couple / childhood friends

Everyday sweet romance

3. A mischievous, chatty young lady x a spirited young man

4. One-on-one pairing; both leads are sexually inexperienced; happy ending

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