Midnight Snack

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[Devoted and pure] Very pure, both leads are faithful, both are virgins, no female rivals, and the male rival is just as pure and also a virgin. The male lead is obsessive at first and turns into a yandere later. A sweet romance with a little angst mixed in, all of it for the male lead (as required by the plot).

[Pure, obsessive, quiet, milky-soft working boy X sweet and beautiful CEO who can be either salty or sweet]

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She always had her late-night snack in the same place, a shabby little street-food stall.

Under bright, glaring lights, amid the bustle of the crowded market, he worked in silence in a short-sleeved shirt stained with grease. His hair had gone untrimmed for ages, falling over his handsome eyes like weeds. Holding a rag or carrying away plates of leftovers, he would stare at her in a daze every time.

Because she was always the best-dressed customer, utterly out of place in her surroundings, as if she had been dragged into this dust by force, yet remained the cleanest of them all.

She would quietly eat her barbecue, prop her chin on her hand as she watched the scene with a beer, and occasionally smile at him.

Leaving him flustered and at a loss.

Until, one more early morning, only the two of them remained at the stall, and he sat nearby, staring blankly at her.

Maybe an hour, maybe two. Then she suddenly put down her beer bottle, walked over unsteadily, and grabbed his clothes. She leaned close, her eyes shimmering as if light might spill from them, and smiled, her warm breath smelling of alcohol.

She asked,

"Would you be willing to let me rent you?"

My completed, classic yandere novel, He Got Mad Again, is also waiting for your favorites and views~ The male lead is obsessive and extreme, a real yandere~

[Pure yandere romance, both leads are virgins, childhood sweethearts, a big puppy of a male lead who's seemingly cute but actually scheming X a sweet, soft little honey]

[Note] Too many passages were locked later on, so I filled them in with short extra scenes. The main story is unaffected.

In this world, the person Xu Chuniang loves most is Su Nanmo. She loves only Su Nanmo.

When Su Nanmo was just born, eight-year-old Xu Chuniang could hardly wait to cradle her in his arms. He was so curious. When his mother asked if he liked her, he gazed at the tiny pink face in his arms and smiled sweetly.

"I like her!"

From then on, he helped her learn to talk and walk. She grew accustomed to his doting and thought he was invincible.

Then one day, little Nanmo entered her rebellious phase and got fierce.

It was the first time he had ever cried. Feeling terribly wronged, he held her tightly in his arms, resting his chin against her neck and pressing his cheek to hers as he sobbed in broken gasps.

"Nanmo says she hates me..."

Big tears rolled down his cheeks, his lashes glistening with moisture. His lips quivered and pressed together before he buried his face against her, letting out a sorrowful, hoarse sob. "Nanmo... you can't... you can't hate me..."

His mother's temple twitched, beginning to ache. She turned to the little girl in his arms, her face darkening. "Nanmo!"

Her big eyes immediately widened. Frightened, she snuggled into his arms and gently patted the hand wrapped around her waist, calling softly, "Brother An..."

At the sound of her voice, he raised his head, revealing a pair of tearful eyes.

Her heart tightened. Her soft little hand covered his eyes and gently wiped them as she said in a tender voice, "I was only trying to make you mad. I like you best, Brother An."

At those words, a glimmer of light instantly appeared in his tearful eyes. He blinked at her eagerly.

The tension left his whole body in an instant, though he was still shaken. He hurriedly kissed her cheek, calling her gently, "Nanmo, Nanmo..."

The boy's eyes were red, but he smiled with contentment. "I love Nanmo best too!"

A pure romance, both leads are virgins, no female rivals, especially sweet. The male lead has been devoted to the female lead since childhood, and is especially pure in both body and heart.

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