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[Dark, obsessive maid X aloof heir who endures humiliation] Qingping, a maid who tends the kitchen fire, has three daily tasks: Chop wood and tend the fire, save up medicine for her mother, and spy on the young master. Until one day, she finds Pei Yanqing in the snow. Injured, unconscious, completely defenseless. She looks at his refined features, then secretly drags him into the woodshed. From then on, her routine becomes Dragging the moon down from the heavens into the mud and indulging in every kind of debauchery. She savors her brief pleasure, her indulgence, her excess. She thinks she's taming a dog. Later, she discovers that dogs can make their masters cry, too. Pei Yanqing, heir to the Marquis's household. Like snow on distant mountains, lofty and untouchable, cold and noble. The unattainable flower on a high peak, admired by the noblewomen of the capital. Pei Yanqing never thought he'd fall into the hands of a little maid. Her hands bound, her fingers at his throat. A bird in a cage, with no way out. He hates her to the bone, yet waits in the darkness every day to hear her open the door. Later, when he's free, his first act isn't to kill her. Instead, he corners her against a wall and asks in a hoarse voice: “Wasn't I good enough at pleasing you?” “Otherwise, how could you just say you were done and leave?” Reader's guide: The female lead grows over the course of the story and has a mind of her own! Both leads have fully developed family backgrounds. Later on, a supporting female character ascends the throne, and the female lead enters government service. The male lead is a humble puppy who begs for love. He's devoted to her in body and soul and is happy to marry into her family. The male lead falls for her on his own and reflects on his actions. Pride and prejudice, social status and class. Both leads are virgins. Happy ending. One-sided taming, intense push and pull. Upcoming story blurb “My Sister, Lian Nu” [Dark, twisted romance | forced love | seductive ghost | scumbag male lead] I was born on the seventh day of the seventh month, and I'm the seventh child. Everyone calls me the Seventh Princess. My mother is dead, and my father despises me. Every year, a beautiful face hangs beneath the crabapple tree. The ghosts drift about all day, crying, “Chu is doomed! Chu is doomed!” I don't understand. I only know that I'm so hungry, so hungry. The palace maids always forget to bring me food. I eat every evil ghost in the Cold Palace, but I'm still hungry. A white cat with green eyes wanders into the Cold Palace. I eat it. Gongzi Wuji drags me out of the Cold Palace, and the road through the Chu Palace is soaked in blood. He must be shocked that I'm still alive. At last, he takes an interest in me and lifts my chin. “From now on, you're my cat.” I didn't have a name back then. He called me Lian Nu. He smells so good, so good, so good. A fragrance seeps from the marrow of his bones, luring me closer. Drooling, I bite the tip of his finger. I sink deeper into my daily hunger. Every waking moment, I want to eat him. * Wuji is the Crown Prince of Chu. His moods are unpredictable, and he is cruel and capricious. He swears to gouge out everyone's eyes and cut out everyone's tongues. He won't let anyone look at him or talk about him. A face pale as snow, lips red as flame, eyes dark as night. A vermilion mark between his brows, like blood. Beautiful, decadent, and otherworldly. He often stares at me. Only at me. Later, he begins to feed me. Teach me. Use me. I become the witch of Chu. I seduce many people. One person says he'll take me away. In that moment, I decide to let go of my craving for Wuji's flesh and blood. * Wuji doesn't know how to raise a cat. Or be a crown prince. Or be an older brother. All he does is bite his own fingers at night. Over and over, he calls, “Lian Nu, Lian Nu...” He says, “You're the one who lured me down a path where a master isn't a master and a brother isn't a brother. You seduced me.” I never seduced him. My heart and liver steeped in strong liquor, love and desire consuming my life. * The ghost mother nurses her child, but the child is never full. The prince lights a lamp; peach blossoms hide his face. I'll eat your innards, then return your skin. The river flows on, and the state of Chu is doomed. From “The Old Bamboo Slips of the Chu Palace: On Witches and Diviners” If you're interested, please add this upcoming story to your reading list. I'll start posting once it reaches 100 saves! Theme: Work hard and strive forward