How an Honest Man Won Over the Alliance's First Fleet Commander

Signal-obsessed, honest man × chaste, fiery fleet commander

A clingy, lovey-dovey little couple~

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Yun Shui was utterly ordinary, nothing out of the ordinary at all.

She passed the civil service exam and joined the fleet's civilian staff, writing reports every day and never drawing much attention.

But she was bold enough to secretly covet the fleet commander, who thought far too highly of himself. She was also stubbornly in denial and refused to admit it.

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Then disaster struck. An earthquake hit the fortress, and the fleet commander was injured and accidentally fell, losing his memory.

Yun Shui came to his aid.

The amnesiac commander: "I hear we're lovers?"

Yun Shui: ??!

Wait... was this kind of thing actually possible?!

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The fleet commander was handsome and tall. Though he had lost his memory, he hadn't turned into an idiot.

Yun Shui neither made the first move nor turned him down, and said whatever came into her head.

So she ended up making the same mistake every woman makes.

How many steps does it take to win over a fleet commander?

Step one: a heaven-sent opportunity.

After his memory loss lowered her moral standards, Yun Shui nervously pretended to be his lover.

Step two: taking advantage of the situation.

Afraid the commander's memories would return, Yun Shui timidly took plenty of liberties with him.

Step three: knowing when to stop.

After all, she had deceived him and lied to him. It was despicable behavior. Yun Shui still managed to hold back and not take his first time.

Two months later, the commander's memories returned, but he had completely forgotten everything that happened while he was amnesiac. He remembered only what had happened before the earthquake.

Yun Shui was disappointed, but grateful to heaven for giving her a limited-time experience. She was satisfied and hadn't gotten greedy.

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The commander's memory returned, and everything went back to normal.

But strangely, he would sometimes dream.

In his most ridiculous dreams, he would do all sorts of wicked things to Yun Shui. Her eyes were damp, and her lips were soft.

In the daytime, they'd even just had an argument.

But as soon as he fell asleep, his thoughts went completely off the rails.

The commander thought he must be going crazy.

Until, after going to great lengths to recover the missing photo album files, he found irrefutable proof in the pictures: they had once held each other close, surrounded by blossoms in full spring, everything bright and beautiful.

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The commander's face was dark as he went to settle accounts with Yun Shui.

Yun Shui changed the subject and promised, "What's in the past is in the past."

The commander: "Is that what you call love?"

Yun Shui: "Huh?"

The commander: "Oh, so your love lasts only two minutes and can be taken back?"

Yun Shui: "..."

The commander said coldly, "You deceived me before. Don't you think you should take responsibility?"

Yun Shui: ?!!

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The commander always reminded her of the end of a summer many years ago: cicadas singing like rain, a pair of calm eyes beneath a parasol tree, and the faintest hint of young love.

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Someone once said, "When St. Elmo's fire appears, it means a storm is coming. Uncontrolled electrical charges make the dark sea glow with a cold blue light. The first time I saw it was on a windy night. You stood at the end of the harbor, with a sea of rippling blue lights behind you, like stars.

The storm really was coming. I was sure of it."

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Please note:

1v1, both leads' first and only partners. The heroine is an utterly ordinary person whose train of thought sometimes goes haywire.

① At its heart, this is a sweet romance focused on the relationship. Relax and enjoy the fun. It's a little zany and has a bit of everything. The main story is the chaotic daily life of the two leads, with some absurd battle scenes in an outlandish fictional setting.

② The leads are each other's only partners, body and soul. 1v1.

③ There is almost no high technology, nothing especially futuristic, and no science fiction that stands up to scrutiny. It's all made up, in a very loosely constructed setting.

④ Important: contains amnesia.

P.S. The heroine's name was inspired by Lu You's lines: "Clouds upon clouds, waters upon waters; I am lost amid layers upon layers of clouds and water."

P.P.S. I'll fix typos and errors! If you spot something and leave a comment, I'll fix it too~ Sometimes the chapter comments may no longer match after an edit or added passage~ Also, the English commas are part of Jinjiang's anti-piracy system, and the author can't change them~

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Coming soon: historical romance, "Mirror Fragrance"

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Cold-hearted powerful minister × delicate white flower × mad dog from a foreign tribe

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In the bitterest depths of winter, Jing Xiang leapt down from a high rope.

She thought she was doomed to die without a grave.

Until... she ate a butterfly.

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Li Bi was born into the illustrious Zhao Commandery Li clan.

He had chosen two brides in succession, and both died violent deaths before the wedding. He summoned a senior monk from Baima Temple to divine his fortunes, and the monk declared that Li Bi was destined to have no wife. After several years of waiting, he finally took a secondary wife.

That wife was Jing Xiang.

Li Bi insisted he did not love Jing Xiang.

His newly married young wife had eyes clear as autumn water and looked delicate and easy to bully. She was neither noble enough nor graceful enough, like a frail little flower on a cliff, ready to breathe her last at any moment.

As head of a powerful aristocratic family, he held a high position and great authority, and regarded her as an insect.

He couldn't even be bothered to crush her beneath his heel.

Jing Xiang believed in both gods and fate. She was timid and wished she could burn evil-repelling herbs every day, keeping a stern watch on her husband in case he brought about her death.

She knew Li Bi was cold and haughty. Even when they shared a warm bed beneath red wedding candles and spent the whole night together, his gaze remained indifferent.

He was like a false statue, with the stillness of an ancient well.

On a frosty night, a sudden upheaval broke out in the palace, and Li Bi disappeared. The mysterious turmoil shook the entire capital.

Not long afterward, word arrived from Luoyang: the head of the family was dead.

Yan Cui was the family head's adopted son, tasked with protecting Madam Xiang.

In those turbulent times, years of famine brought one tragedy after another.

In moments of urgency, the young man and Jing Xiang rode together on one horse; when the rain fell, they took shelter beneath the same eaves. Yan Cui was mischievous and always loved teasing her. Amid their laughter, bickering, and banter, their feelings quietly blossomed. There were also moments when they depended on each other for survival, with their lives hanging by a thread and vows of eternal love on their lips.

He was young, reckless, and audacious, making her angry like a cat playing with a mouse. He deliberately called her "little mother" to see her flustered, embarrassed expression. Then he would humble himself and call her "dear big sister," begging her to show him a little kindness.

Yan Cui had a wild, unpredictable nature. He became obsessed with the game and clung to her like a mad dog. To marry Jing Xiang, he tried everything: throwing a tantrum on his knees, pleading pitifully, threatening, and making tempting offers.

Li Bi survived the storms and returned to find the newlyweds beneath blazing red candles. He glared at them, his face dark as a statue standing guard over a tomb.

*A very conventional story about an adopted son and his adoptive father sharing a wife.

*Please note: amateur political scheming, a chaotic fictional setting, and everything made up. Contains a tiny hint of the supernatural. At heart, this is a vulgar, trashy romance about loving and being loved, with the heroine receiving very, very strong affection from the male lead. An indulgent, low-nutrition product of my wildest fantasies. I repent. 🧎

Theme: Stay true to yourself