I'll Still Like You Tomorrow

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Blurb:

Huo Chen, the young tyrant of Mind High School, has the temper of a spoiled rich kid, and nobody dares mess with him.

That is, until one day, a little girl moves in next door.

She’s pretty, with cool eyes and brows. In front of other people, she calls him “Brother Huo Chen” in a sweet voice and showers him with over-the-top compliments.

When they’re alone, she’s cold and curt, and can barely be bothered to acknowledge him, like a fangirl who’s switched fandoms and moved on to someone else.

Huo Chen once declared, “Who’s Shu Zhen? Even if she looked like a fairy, I wouldn’t spare her a glance.”

The day before school started, Huo Chen warned Shu Zhen with a cold look, “Once we get to school, act like we don’t know each other.”

Shu Zhen nodded. “Okay!”

Huo Chen: ??? Why does she look so excited?

The moment they arrived at school, Huo Chen saw people looking at Shu Zhen, and he lost it.

He beckoned to her. “Get over here.”

A passerby asked, “Brother Chen, you two know each other?”

Huo Chen nodded. “Yeah, we’re close. We’ve known each other for ten years.”

Shu Zhen, who had known Huo Chen for less than half a month: “???” This isn’t how it was supposed to go???

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“You shine brighter than the morning light. You’re the tomorrow I look forward to most.”

Shu Zhen

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Huo’s spectacular “I take it all back” moment.

Maximum silliness.

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Blurb 1 (cool version):

Shen Tui, the third young master of the Shen family, is a notorious, laid-back playboy.

The first time he went with someone to collect protection money behind a school, he ran into a sweet, delicate little girl.

With a cigarette between his fingers, the corners of his peach-blossom eyes lifted slightly. His long legs were crossed as he leaned lazily against the wall, a careless smile in his eyes. He called out to her, “Hey, kid, could you spare your big brother some money?”

The little girl pulled out a big handful of small bills, held them in her hand, reached it out to him, and cried her eyes out.

Shen Tui couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed a tissue, crouched down to wipe her face, and coaxed her helplessly, “Can you stop crying?”

The little girl kept crying, unable to stop.

Shen Tui fished a hundred-yuan bill out of his pocket and handed it to her. “I’m begging you, okay?”

When the little girl saw the bill in Shen Tui’s palm, a hint of glee flashed in her eyes. She immediately stopped crying, wiped her tears, took the money, folded it, and put it away.

That night, fourteen-year-old Lin Jinran wrote in her diary:

Today, I met a god of wealth.

I cried a little, and he gave me a hundred yuan. A huge fortune!

Since he’s pretty good-looking, I’ve decided to consider accepting his passionate advances.

Later, twenty-year-old Lin Jinran wrote in her diary through her tears:

Boohoo, it hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much?

Shen Tui leaned over and pinched her earlobe, his voice tender and suggestive. “What? Sneaking off to write bad things about me again?”

“If you keep crying, I’ll continue…”

Lin Jinran immediately wiped her tears. “I won’t cry anymore. Boohoo. Hic.”

Blurb 2 (silly version):

One night, Lin Jinran was walking along a deserted path.

A few thuggish punks jumped out, intending to rob her and assault her.

Lin Jinran paused for a second, then started unbuttoning her coat and said in a gruff voice, “Oh, to be honest, I’m actually a cross-dressing pro.”

Shen Tui, who had been about to come out and play the hero, gave a tiny twitch of the hand and silently pulled back the leg he’d stepped forward with.

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“The night is long, but he has given me endless tenderness.”

Lin Jinran

My completed novel, She’s a Little More Adorable, is available in the author’s collection.

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