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

Oddball daydreamer and honest soul × chaste, fiery fleet commander A lovey-dovey couple who can’t keep their hands off each other~ [Angels passing by, could you please give this a bookmark? (*^▽^*) The main story subscription costs just over five yuan. The bonus chapters won’t affect the subscription rate, and pirated copies are incomplete and don’t have everyone’s witty chapter comments~] Anti-piracy: 60% of the story, bonus chapters: 70% Yun Shui was ordinary, unremarkable in every way. She passed the civil-service exam and got an administrative job in the fleet, where she wrote reports every day and barely registered in anyone’s mind. But she had the nerve to secretly pine after the aloof fleet commander, while stubbornly refusing to admit it. * Then disaster struck. An earthquake hit the fortress, the fleet commander was injured, and he lost his memory after a fall. Yun Shui came to his aid. The amnesiac fleet commander asked, “They say you’re my lover?” Yun Shui: ??! Wait... could something this good really happen to me?! * The fleet commander was tall and handsome. Even without his memory, he wasn’t an idiot. Yun Shui neither made the first move nor turned him down. She just said whatever came to mind. Until she made the mistake every woman makes. How many steps does it take to win over the fleet commander? Step one: A gift from heaven. After losing his memory, Yun Shui’s morals took a hit, and she gritted her teeth and pretended to be his lover. Step two: Taking advantage of the situation. Afraid the fleet commander would regain his memory, Yun Shui timidly took plenty of liberties with him. Step three: Quit while you’re ahead. After all, it was deception, it was a lie, it was despicable behavior. Yun Shui managed to hold back and didn’t take the fleet commander’s first time. Two months later, the fleet commander regained his memory, but completely forgot everything that had 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 didn’t get greedy. * The fleet commander got his memory back, and everything went back to normal. But strangely, he would occasionally dream. In the most absurd of those dreams, he did all sorts of wicked things to Yun Shui. Her eyes were damp, her lips soft. During the day, they might even have just had an argument. Yet once he fell asleep, his thoughts ran wild with impossible fantasies. The fleet commander thought he must be going mad. Until, after searching high and low, he recovered a lost photo album backup. The photos were irrefutable proof: they had once held each other close, surrounded by brilliant spring blossoms, and everything had been radiant. * The fleet commander’s expression darkened as he went to confront Yun Shui. Yun Shui dodged the question and promised, “What happened in the past is in the past.” The fleet commander: “Is that what you call liking me?” Yun Shui: “Huh?” The fleet commander: “Oh, so your feelings only last two minutes, and you can take them back?” Yun Shui: “...” The fleet commander said coldly, “You deceived me. Don’t you have to take responsibility?” Yun Shui: ?!! * The fleet commander always reminded her of the end of a summer, many years ago: cicadas calling like rain, a pair of quiet eyes beneath a parasol tree, and the vague stirrings of young love. * People say that when St. Elmo’s fire appears, a storm is coming. Uncontrolled electric charges set the dark sea aglow 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 blue lights sparkling like stars behind you. A storm really was coming. I was sure of it. * Please note: 1v1, one true pairing, and no romantic or sexual relationships before the leads get together. The heroine is an ordinary, unremarkable person whose train of thought sometimes goes haywire. ① At heart, this is a sweet romance, meant for relaxation and entertainment. It has a somewhat zany, silly tone and a little bit of everything. Most of it is the chaotic daily life of the two leads, with a little combat in an absurd, fictional setting. ② The leads are devoted to each other in both body and heart. One true pairing. ③ Almost no high technology, nothing particularly futuristic, and no science fiction that stands up to scrutiny. It’s all made up, with a very loose setting. ④ Major note: Includes amnesia. P.S. The heroine’s name was inspired by Lu You’s lines: “Clouds upon clouds, waters upon waters, I dwell amid layers of clouds and water.” P.P.S. I’ll fix typos and errors as I spot them, or when someone leaves a comment to point them out~ Upcoming historical romance: Mirror Fragrance [This is the next one I’ll write~ I’m shyly asking the angels passing by to please add it to your bookmarks ^_^] Cold, ruthless powerful official × fiery, delicate young woman × mad dog from a foreign tribe * In the depths of winter, Jing Xiang leapt from a high rope. She thought she would die without a grave. Until... she ate a butterfly. * Li Bi was born into the prestigious Li clan of Zhao Commandery. He had taken two brides-to-be, both of whom died violent deaths before their weddings. A senior monk from White Horse Temple was summoned to divine his fortune and declared he was fated to have no wife. After several years of waiting, he finally took a secondary wife. That was Jing Xiang. Li Bi believed he didn’t love Jing Xiang. His new young wife had eyes like rippling autumn water and seemed terribly fragile, easy to bully. She was neither noble enough nor refined enough, like a frail little flower on a cliffside, ready to wither at any moment. He was the head of a powerful aristocratic clan, high-ranking and influential, and he regarded her as an insect. He didn’t even consider her worth crushing. Jing Xiang believed in gods and fate. She was timid and would have liked to burn protective herbs every day, keeping a wary eye on her husband for fear he would bring about her death. She knew Li Bi was cold and arrogant. Even when they spent the night together beneath warm red wedding candles, his gaze remained indifferent. He was like a false, impassive statue, as still as an ancient well. One frosty night, a palace upheaval left Li Bi missing. The strange, shifting winds of politics sent the entire royal capital into turmoil. Not long afterward, a message arrived from Luoyang: the head of the household was dead. Yan Cui was the head of the household’s adopted son, responsible for protecting Madam Xiang. In those chaotic years of famine and war, tragedy was everywhere. The young man and woman shared a horse in their haste, and took shelter beneath the same eaves from the storm. Yan Cui was mischievous and loved teasing her. Their laughter and bickering gave rise to secret affection. Sometimes they faced life and death together, their lives hanging by a thread as they swore eternal vows. Young and reckless, he did whatever he pleased, provoking her like a cat teasing a mouse. He deliberately called her “Little Madam” to watch her grow flustered and anxious. Then he would humble himself and call her “dear sister,” begging her to give him a kind look. Yan Cui had a wayward temperament. He became addicted to tormenting her, clinging like a mad dog. To marry Jing Xiang, he tried everything: throwing himself on the ground in protest, pleading pitifully, threatening, and tempting her with promises. Li Bi survived the storm and returned to find the wedding candles burning high and the newlyweds together. He glared furiously, gloomy as a statue guarding a tomb. *A very trashy story about an adoptive father and son sharing a wife. *Please note: The political scheming is child’s play, the setting is a chaotic fictional mash-up, and everything is made up. There are the tiniest hints of supernatural elements. At heart, this is a vulgar guilty-pleasure read about who loves whom and who doesn’t, with an absurdly intense male lead pining after the heroine. This is a shameless, low-nutrient product born of an out-of-control kink. I repent. 🧎 Theme: Stay true to yourself.