Blurb:
After the college entrance exams, Wen Zhuochun transmigrated into a cultivation world crawling with demons and monsters.
She was hungry and cold, and even got captured by a monster to be used as a sacrifice. Luckily, just as she was about to die, the handsome boy in her cell drew his sword and wiped the monsters out, then rescued her in the process.
The boy was powerful, warmhearted, and kind. Not only did he take her in, he also helped her find a way home.
His only flaw was his razor-sharp tongue.
“You’ve been trying to learn how to draw qi into your body for so long, and you still can’t do it? And you let a monster scam you out of all your money?”
The handsome boy said in surprise, “Wen Zhuochun, you’re so stupid, you can’t learn magic, and you can’t tell good people from bad. How did you even manage to grow up safe and sound?”
Wen Zhuochun: Sniffle.
On the first day he took Wen Zhuochun in, Song Donglin regretted it.
Sure, she was cute, but she was also a terribly annoying handful. There were only two things she couldn’t do: this and that. Her cultivation talent was horrendous, and she was so timid that the slightest scare from a monster made her cling to him and bawl her eyes out.
And then there were her strange dreams.
At first, they were harmless enough. She would say things in her sleep that he couldn’t understand, or curse him out as a little bastard who only knew how to bully fragile, pitiful, young beauties.
He didn’t pay it any mind. In fact, he found it pretty amusing.
Wen Zhuochun was cute already, but how could she be so cute even when she was cursing someone?
Until one day, the girl said she liked him in her sleep.
And kissed him.
When he woke up and saw the grinning girl in front of him, Song Donglin was completely flustered.
After she transmigrated, with the boy protecting her, Wen Zhuochun was living the good life in this cultivation world, getting everything she wanted and thoroughly enjoying herself.
But as she enjoyed herself, she began to feel that the boy was looking at her a little strangely.
After observing him for a while, Wen Zhuochun figured it out: He likes me?
Since she liked him too, she made a bold decision.
“Song Donglin, will you come home with me?”
“My family has tons of money, enough to support you for the rest of your life. My mom owns several islands, so if you want to fly on your sword, you can do it there, but don’t fly too high or you might hit a plane. My dad’s a police officer, too, so he can help sort out your household registration.”
“If you don’t say anything, I’ll take that as a yes.”
A sweet girl with a mind that works in mysterious ways x a tsundere, sharp-tongued boy who acts tough and insists he doesn’t care
Note: BG romance. The male lead is two years older than the female lead. Not traditional xianxia.
A lighthearted, everyday romance.
[Not a strong female lead, not a female-centric power fantasy.]
The leads’ ages added together are still less than the author’s shoe size. Neither of them is [the calm and collected type].
Please don’t send unsolicited writing advice.
To be continued...
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One day, He Chenlu, the junior sister of Qingping Mountain, had a dream. In it, Chen Baibai, the high-ponytailed sword cultivator from the neighboring Sword Sect who always dressed like a peacock, confessed his love to her.
She, He Chenlu!
As a spell cultivator, she hated high-ponytailed sword cultivators who stole her spotlight more than anything!
She shuddered so hard that goosebumps rose all over her, and thought, Thank goodness it was only a dream.
But when she opened the door, the peacock was standing outside her little courtyard, holding a bouquet of dewy flowers. The moment he saw her, he hurried forward and shouted, “Miss He, I love you! Will you become my cultivation partner?”
He Chenlu: ???
“Of course not!”
She frantically called her senior brothers, senior sisters, and junior brothers over to chase him out of Qingping Mountain, then put up a wooden sign at the mountain entrance:
[Chen Baibai and dogs (crossed out) are not allowed in.]
Sorry, dogs were still allowed.
She thought as she patted the yellow dog’s head.
But the next day, the sword cultivator showed up at her courtyard again, dressed in gaudy clothes and holding a dewy foxtail grass stem in his mouth. When she came out, he blinked and said:
“Woof.”
“I’m Miss He’s puppy.”
He Chenlu: Terrified.jpg
Help! She must have opened the door the wrong way!
One day, Chen Baibai found a ring beneath a cliff. An old man who talked nothing but nonsense lived inside it.
The old man said, “Look, that’s your senior brother’s future wife.”
“And you’re the big villain who tears lovebirds apart. You’ll force her to be yours, ”
Stop. Hold it right there!
Chen Baibai laughed.
He was the top sword duelist on the Azure Cloud Ranking, a man with no women in his heart who drew his sword with godlike skill. How could he possibly be interested in someone else’s wife?
And force her to be his???
Chen Baibai refused to believe it and decided to take a look at the woman supposedly fated to be his senior brother’s wife.
One look, two looks, three looks...
Chen Baibai suddenly didn’t want to be human anymore. He wanted to be her dog.
Theme: Even in the darkness, believe in love and hope.
Hahaha, little Wen found that closing his eyes during meditation is very comfortable 🐰
So cute! I've finally found the kind of liveliness that comes with age! 🧋 So rare! 🎉
I got some [Orange Candy]! I got some sweetness from [Orange Candy]!
Oh my, teenage boys and girls in their adolescence 🤩 So sweet!
Dear author, the cochlea is inside the ear; I guess you meant to write about the auricle.
Could the author please add paragraph comments?
Could it be that the male protagonist was reincarnated as that tyrant?
Oh, so you're a high school student. I get it. Ugh, staying up all night has made me stupid.
The female lead's mentality and descriptive features are so immature; she doesn't seem like a college student or someone who's already working. Why wasn't she set up as a high school student?
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