Every Day I Hope My Obsessive Brother Loses His Memory

The main story is complete. Come on in! When Cheng Nanyu saw Song Yushu again, it was ten years later. He had bright eyes and delicate brows, and was strikingly gifted and graceful. Clad in white, he stood before the crowd. But he was expressionless, like a stone that couldn't smile. Then, in the blink of an eye, as they cooled off in the imperial garden, Song Yushu seemed like a completely different person. His eyes were full of laughter as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Little sister, did you forget me?" Cheng Nanyu trembled faintly in his arms, wondering if all those stories she'd heard at the teahouse had been a waste. He'd torn his enemies apart with his bare hands! She wished Song Yushu would forget her completely, down to the last speck... "How could I forget such a wonderful big brother?" Though she was frightened inside, she put on a charming face. Song Yushu was pleased and ruffled her hair, his eyes brimming with laughter. "What a good girl!" Cheng Nanyu: Hmph??? Bonus Scene: On a dark and blustery night, when you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, Cheng Nanyu opened her eyes to find Song Yushu standing beside the bed with a long sword in his hand, gazing at her with a pitiful look. "You are not allowed to ignore me!" The sword in his hand glinted in the dark. Cheng Nanyu edged away from its blade and hugged Song Yushu around the waist. "Big brother, could you put it down? I'm scared." Her voice was soft and sweet. At those words, the sword clattered to the floor, and Song Yushu never picked it up again. Coming soon: My Sweetheart Is Soft and Sweet. Please add it to your reading list. Come take a look at my work! ~(￣▽￣)~ On Ling Jin's first day reporting to the Eastern Palace as the Crown Prince's study companion, the Crown Prince greeted him by placing a little baby in his arms. The child was exquisitely beautiful and tiny, and blinked at him while sucking on a finger, speaking in a babyish voice. "Big brother, hug me~" Ling Jin gazed down at the baby in his arms. He had planned to hand the child back to the Crown Prince, but instead pulled the baby close and decided he didn't want to give them back. Bonus Scene: One day, a certain little one declared: "My husband must be the most handsome man in the world!" Ling Jin: I believe the world does say I'm rather handsome. "My husband must be the most talented man in the world!" Ling Jin: I believe even the Crown Prince isn't as talented as I am. "Only a man who has both beauty and talent could be my husband!" Ling Jin: "Mm, I know. I'll marry you, then." (After all, whoever raises you gets to keep you!) Coming soon: Call Me Sweetheart~ After transmigrating, Nianxia heard the little maid beside her sobbing as she introduced herself, and felt a headache coming on. Transmigrating was one thing, but why did she have to become the ill-fated Fucha clan's daughter? And why did she have to marry Qianlong, an emperor infamous in Qing history for his vulgar taste and habit of stamping his seal on everything? But later, beneath the falling apricot blossoms, a young man in an ivory-white robe rode toward her. Only then did Nianxia realize she had been wrong. How could he be vulgar? He was the very picture of elegance. "Nianxia, Nianxia, I first met you on the summer solstice. Your name suits the occasion perfectly." "Everyone in the Six Palaces is an illusion. Only you, my sweetheart, are the one in my heart." Bonus Scene: Nianxia knew that Hongli, in history, had the most appalling taste, and that he liked stamping his personal seal on all the books and paintings he liked. But the two had known each other since childhood, and she'd hardly ever seen either his tacky side or his seal. That was, until their wedding day. Red silk filled the room. She was led all the way to the bridal chamber, where her veil was lifted, revealing a collection of "colorful" porcelain vases... "Fourth Master, care to explain what's going on here?" On their wedding night, Nianxia pointed at the porcelain vases with her left hand and at the tiny embroidery on the cuff of her red wedding robe, shaped like someone's personal seal, with her right. She let out a helpless sigh. "I don't just want to stamp my seal on your clothes. I want to stamp it on your heart, too. Is that vulgar?" Nianxia blinked. Suddenly, she thought that being a little vulgar might not be so bad. Thesis: