My next book will be I Like You So Much. Please add it to your reading list!
Preview: Scheming fairy x sickly young master
Before Qiao Lu started working for the Huo family, her friend warned her that the eldest young master, Huo Baiqing, was a weirdo: moody and short-tempered. She'd have to be extremely careful around him.
When Qiao Lu met Huo Baiqing, the young man was wearing a dazzling white T-shirt. He was handsome and distinguished, with an ethereal air.
His brows were slightly furrowed, and his jet-black eyes, clear as polished jade, were blind.
An aura of suppressed fury clung to him, and he never once gave her a kind look.
To keep her job with the Huo family, Qiao Lu went out of her way to flatter and cater to the young master, forced every day to submit to his various acts of "tyranny"...
Later, Huo Baiqing suddenly regained his sight, but he didn't tell anyone, not even Qiao Lu.
So he noticed that Qiao Lu was acting strangely.
He concluded that her strange behavior meant she liked him.
But later, as he kissed her trembling eyelids, he coaxed her in a spellbinding voice: "You like me, don't you?"
Qiao Lu's snow-white cheeks flushed red. When she looked at him, her glistening eyes shimmered with a dreamy light. After a long moment, she gave a soft, tender "Mm."
But one day, Qiao Lu, who had admitted she liked him, suddenly vanished without a word...
Later still, he stood before Qiao Lu, and the panic on her face was plain to see.
Yet she still tried to stay calm. "You've got the wrong person."
He said nothing, only drawing her into his arms with humble, anxious care.
Listening to his steady heartbeat, the hard defenses she'd built around her heart crumbled in an instant.
"Are you stupid? I had an ulterior motive from the very beginning when I approached you. I even nearly hurt you..." Her nose stung, and she choked on her words.
"Yes, I'm stupid. So if you run away from me again," he said, his normally cool voice tinged with hurt, "I might really die a second time."
Death doesn't scare me. What scares me is that when you need me, you'll turn around and find I'm not there.
I wish I could never grow up, could find someone by instinct alone, and lose myself in a hazy infatuation with you., Leslie Cheung, "A Heartfelt Person"
The male and female leads have a mutual crush and love each other from beginning to end.
Also, I highly recommend my friend's ongoing novel, My Merman Is the Villain [Book Transmigration], by Yan Zhudeng.
It's amazing and currently updating. Search for it if you're interested
Novel blurb:
In her senior year of high school, Song An'an left home, transferred schools, and moved in with Gu Shengzhou, the top student in her grade.
But the top student is so cold toward her. What if they can't get along?
She's got it: praise him in all sorts of ways, shower him with compliments, and cling to him!
Then one night, Gu Shengzhou suddenly stopped her, his face expressionless.
The young man's eyes were long and narrow, with crystalline, glass-like irises, so beautiful they seemed almost intoxicating in the lamplight.
Song An'an froze, then felt as though an arrow had struck her right in the heart.
I love you so much. Even if the Earth were destroyed and the universe exploded, nothing could stop me from loving you.
A sweet, lively heroine with a busy inner monologue x a taciturn, icy-faced hero
Premise:
Finished spreading flowers! So beautiful!
Satisfied, satisfied, satisfied...
... Why are we suddenly together?
The following chapters are so boring
Ah ah ah, the name has been changed, I said why can't I find it~(≧▽≦)/~
The male protagonist has a high IQ but low EQ.
I feel that what he got was too easy, it came and went away immediately.
I hope the author can write more about getting along after falling in love. The writing is great!!!
Wow it's over, I can't bear to part with it (?_?)
This book relies entirely on the author's writing style. . . The plot is real. . . It's hard to describe in one word. . . The first four-fifths feel like a straight line. . . If it weren't for the author's detailed description, I wouldn't be able to read it. . .