Could You Kiss Me?

[Childhood friends, a sweet little romance. The complete book is only eight mao. Thanks for your support!] After a string of terrible mishaps, like tripping over nothing, bumping his head in his sleep, and choking on his own saliva while listening to a joke, Nan Xingzhi went to find a fortune-teller outside a temple. The fortune-teller told him he was doomed to be alone and that August was an unlucky month for him. He had to either kiss someone intimately or buy an amethyst from him. Eight hundred yuan each, the same price for everyone. Nan Xingzhi felt his empty wallet and decided to kiss his childhood friend, Chi Jian. Chi Jian was incredibly handsome but had a terrible personality. He was the sort of hopelessly single, straight-as-a-rail guy who could share a bed with Nan Xingzhi and still never make anyone suspect a thing. Nan Xingzhi: “I need to ask you a really important favor.” Chi Jian: “You’ve finally had enough of global warming and want to blow up the Earth?” Nan Xingzhi: “...Huh???” Nan Xingzhi: “I want you to kiss me once every day.” Chi Jian: “...” Chi Jian: “…” Three months later. As Chi Jian pinned him against the wall and kissed his lips swollen, Nan Xingzhi happened to see the fortune-teller featured in the news for superstition and fraud. Nan Xingzhi: “…” Chi Jian: “You got distracted while kissing. We have to do it again.” Chi Jian had been secretly in love with Nan Xingzhi for over a decade. Unfortunately, Nan Xingzhi had always been straight and completely oblivious. Until one day, he realized Nan Xingzhi had been sneaking kisses from him every day. Game streamer x gardener A sweet childhood-friends romance, complete at 90,000 words Please add my author page to your favorites and check out my upcoming books! Thank you so much! "The Hated One’s Delusion of Being Loved" Sang Yu is a fake young master hated by everyone. The real young master resents him for stealing his identity. His childhood friend hates his selfish, spoiled nature. His parents and older brother blame him for separating them from their own flesh and blood. Then Sang Yu got what was coming to him and was hit by a car. He was reborn the day before the real young master returned. This time, Sang Yu quickly adapted to being hated by everyone. Everything was fine, except that there was something a little wrong with his mind. He developed schizophrenia and delusions of being loved. In his fantasies, his love interests included the real young master who hated him, who called him “wife” in a nauseatingly sweet voice every day and seemed unable to bear being apart from him for even a second. His childhood friend, who despised him, placed all his treasured possessions in Sang Yu’s hands without hesitation, hoping he could be his dog. His older brother, who looked down on him, was secretly in love with him, shamelessly pursuing him as his mistress without a care for morals or family ties. They didn’t hate him at all. They loved him to the extreme, indulging every bit of his spoiled, unreasonable, overbearing behavior. It was the complete opposite of reality. It was so humiliating, so socially mortifying. Sang Yu didn’t dare let anyone know he was sick, so he had no choice but to ignore the hallucinations. He pretended not to see the real young master reaching for his hand, threw his childhood friend’s things straight into the trash, and couldn’t help showing his older brother a look of disgust. They were all fake, after all. Sang Yu kept the reality of being hated by everyone firmly in mind and did his best to react appropriately. Only when he was alone with his hallucinations did he dare relax and stop forcing himself to stay tense. He wrapped his arms around the real young master’s neck during his suffocating kisses, smiled as he opened the love letter his childhood friend had given him, and accepted his older brother’s confession. After a while, he realized his hallucinations were getting stranger and stranger. Every one of them seemed more mentally ill than he was. Sang Yu finally couldn’t take it anymore and went to see a doctor. The doctor said he didn’t have schizophrenia. Being loved wasn’t a delusion. [One-on-one, real x fake] "How to Keep a Dodder Vine" Feng Ting was a dodder vine with nothing but good looks, and he accidentally transmigrated into a storybook he’d only read halfway. The bad news was that he’d hit his head and couldn’t remember the plot. The good news was that he still remembered the protagonist was the sickly young man dying by the roadside, who would one day become the Cloudsky Sword Venerable, just half a step from ascension. A dodder vine’s instinct was to choose the strong, so Feng Ting saved the young man. He warmed him, healed him, and became his best friend. Years later, the entire cultivation world knew that Feng Ting, childhood friend of Lu Zhiqiao, the Cloudsky Sword Venerable, was the one untouchable thing in his life. Not long after that, Feng Ting’s head finally recovered from the blow, and he remembered that in the story’s ending, the Sword Venerable died. Feng Ting thought it over, then threw Lu Zhiqiao away. On the day Feng Ting left the cultivation world, Lu Zhiqiao blocked his way with his sword. His eyes red, he clutched Feng Ting’s sleeve with trembling, unsteady fingers and pleaded, “...Why? I can change. Everything can change.” Feng Ting answered honestly, “But you’re almost no use to me anymore.” Lu Zhiqiao’s eyelashes trembled. His hand loosened its grip on Feng Ting’s. When Lu Zhiqiao was framed and presumed dead, Feng Ting successfully infiltrated the demon realm and became an insignificant underling of the Demon Venerable, his sworn enemy. Word spread that the cultivation world was in chaos, and a madman had appeared from nowhere, turned demonic, and begun acting outrageously and killing without mercy. The Demon Venerable was intrigued and wanted to recruit him, but the man simply severed his arm, leaving him gravely wounded. The demon realm fell into chaos just like the cultivation world. The demon cultivators feared the man and scattered in every direction to flee. Feng Ting hadn’t read this part of the story, so he fled along with them. The pitch-black cave seemed to stretch on forever, until at last they saw daylight again. The once-glorious Sword Venerable stood coldly at the end of the passage, sword in hand. His long robe was soaked with blood in the blazing sunlight, yet the moment his eyes met Feng Ting’s, he curved them into a harmless smile. Just like all those years ago, he was waiting for him in the distance. Lu Zhiqiao dropped the sword in his hand and beckoned Feng Ting over with an affectionate wave. “Big brother, come here.” “I’ve missed you so, so much. Did you ever miss me?” Feng Ting had a long dream. In it, he saw the story’s ending: Lu Zhiqiao destroyed the entire world and became the sole ruler of its shattered remains. One-on-one, happy ending Every one of my instincts is driven by love for you. Theme: Reject feudal superstition!