You Mustn't, Elder Brother

Before Xixi turned seventeen, her three older brothers spoiled her rotten. If she wanted wind, she got wind; if she wanted rain, she got rain. Ask for the stars, and they wouldn't even give her the moon. But after she turned seventeen, everything changed. She said the top-ranked scholar was handsome, charming, and brilliant. Her eldest brother gave a cold laugh. “All show on the outside, rotten within.” Her second brother's expression darkened as he murmured, “He is not the right man for our sister.” Her third brother rolled his eyes as if she were blind and pronounced, “Pretty to look at, useless in practice.” Indignant, Xixi turned her attention to the stern-faced general who had returned from the border: iron-willed and righteous, nothing like those powdered pretty boys in the capital. Her eldest brother didn't even look up. “His words and actions don't match his reputation. He's nothing but a brute.” Her second brother's gaze softened, and he said with concern, “The borderlands are bitterly cold, and dust clouds the sun. How could our sister endure that?” Her third brother was the most infuriating of all. He drawled, “Oh, he's just a silver-plated wax spearhead.” Xixi: ... Fuming, Xixi left the manor to clear her head, only to be abducted by villains and forced to take a drug. Just as her whole body burned and her mind grew hazy, a familiar warmth enveloped her. Xixi stared at the man, but she couldn't make out his face. As the storm raged, she heard his hoarse voice: “Call me big brother.” “Big brother.” Xixi was very obedient. And so, he gave her exactly what she wanted. But when it was all over and her senses returned, Xixi realized there was a problem. Which of her brothers had she called big brother in her confusion? Reader's Guide: 1. Until it is made clear that they are not related by blood, they have not confirmed a romantic relationship or slept together. Coming soon: My Husband Is an Honest Man My husband is the most honest man in the world. I, on the other hand, am the witch feared above all others in the abyss beneath the earth. I came to the human world for one reason: to drain his life force, devour his flesh, then boil his bones until they softened and toss them into the abyss for the little demons to sip as soup. But the moment I saw him, I changed my mind. Because whenever I got close to him, the pain in my spiritual realm that had plagued me day after day eased. Even my lifebound mandala flower began to bloom with life again. So I decided to keep him around, train him, and make him my slave. Once he was no longer useful, I'd eat him. But as time passed, I found that this honest man was becoming less and less honest. He always licked and devoured me from head to toe first, then leaned close to my ear, his voice hoarse with excitement. “My lady, now it's your turn.” Theme: Love gives people strength.