She Has a Cloud

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A simple, happy, sweet romance. If it doesn't make you happy, you can hit me!

Third-tier internet celebrity and eighteenth-tier actress × domineering CEO and accomplished actress

20 × 28, younger seme

You Ling never imagined that the person she could only watch from afar in a corner would one day suddenly appear in her home, with no sense of reason left and only able to cling to her and ask for kisses.

Her conscience told her she should remain unmoved and not take advantage of someone in need.

But... conscience? What's a conscience?

Gu Yun'ai started out as a child star. Now she is not only an accomplished top-tier star, but also the president of Fengyu Entertainment, the company You Ling is signed with.

She is famous as an untouchable flower on a high mountain, someone you can admire from afar but never approach.

And this very woman suddenly appeared one night in the livestream of You Ling, an eighteenth-tier actress. She was wearing a set of pajamas that viewers had seen You Ling wear before, her long hair loose over her shoulders, her whole manner languid and carefree.

Leaning against the doorframe, she asked the person streaming in a gentle, lilting voice that seemed to carry a hook, "How much longer are you going to stream? I'm sleepy."

You Ling, caught up in selling her products, didn't even look up. "If you're sleepy, go to bed first."

Before the viewers could scold You Ling, they heard Gu Yun'ai furrow her delicate brows and say, "But I can't sleep unless you hold me."

The viewers in the livestream: "!"

Before the viewers could react, someone abruptly and decisively cut off the stream the next second. Were they really going to bed? What about the products she had just said she was going to sell?

Don't scrutinize the logic. This is just something I wrote for my own amusement, so please don't offer advice.

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Please add my next book, Romantic Allergy, to your reading list! Blurb:

After thirty years of being single, Dou Any rao devoutly knelt before Buddha and prayed for love to descend from the heavens. Then she slipped and tumbled down nine hundred and ninety-nine steps.

And found herself inside a girls' love novel where the heroine chases her wife to the crematorium, then scatters the ashes.

Unfortunately, she was the ashes that got scattered.

The original owner was a flirt who went around seducing women but never let anyone get close, a shameless playgirl. In the book, the women who loved her were madly in love with her, but she never cherished any of them.

Then, after they found true love, she would desperately cling to them and say, "I'm sorry. I only just realized that you're the one I love."

After hearing this, Dou Any rao clenched her fists. "If you're going to be with someone, you should give them your whole heart. What decent person goes around collecting lovers?" The Purity System applauded her: "The Host is right! The Host has the finest understanding in the world!"

"The original owner was such a scumbag that she crushed the hearts of too many innocent girls and enraged everyone. Heaven is going to punish her. If you can't stay single for a year, you'll die."

Dou Any rao: "I'll do what?" She hadn't actually said anything just now, had she?

Dying was out of the question. Wasn't staying single the easiest thing in the world?

Having just transmigrated, Dou Any rao stood by the window, her back aching, and lit a cigarette. "You can go. Your skills are terrible. Let's never see each other again."

The supermodel cool girl, still savoring the moment and having just booked a candlelit dinner: "?"

But you weren't saying that last night. How about taking another look at the bite marks you left on my shoulder?

A gentle, sought-after songwriter, whose work was impossible to get, tagged her online. "Yaoyao, I wrote a song that's perfect for your voice. I tailored the lyrics especially for you."

The whole internet erupted in envy, jealousy, and shrieks over how lucky this scheming green tea was.

Dou Any rao, cold as ice: "Throw it away. Just looking at you annoys me."

The songwriter: "???"

Wasn't this why you came to my room and took off your clothes?

The netizens: "???" How dare she?

When she went on a dating reality show, everyone thought Dou Any rao would once again use every trick in the book to flirt with everyone. Instead, she went on a rampage.

Dou Any rao, after receiving ninety-nine red roses: "Achoo! Sorry, I have rhinitis. Are you trying to kill me by sending me flowers?"

When she received a handmade wooden carving: "Um, I don't mean to discourage you, but I think there's still plenty of room for improvement. Keep working at it. Someday you'll be good enough to sell these at a street stall. You can do it."

When an award-winning actor gazed at her with eyes said to be as gentle as water and capable of drowning you without a trace: Dou Any rao waved a hand in front of him. "Did you fall asleep? Or do you have a visual impairment?"

When the supermodel cool girl made her a loving breakfast, Dou Any rao accidentally ate every last bite and nearly licked the bowl clean.

The System in her mind frantically warned her not to let the dazzling world lead her astray. Dou Any rao elegantly wiped her mouth. "Not bad. If you can't walk the runway anymore, you can come work as my cook. I'll pay eighteen thousand a month and cover your social insurance and housing fund."

The cool girl sneered. "Sure, but I don't want money."

Dou Any rao looked puzzled. "Then what do you want?"

"You."

Me... dead?

*CP: Supermodel cool girl

Theme: Face all the unexpected things that life throws at you with courage