After Losing My Memory, You Have to Be My Boyfriend

Tang Jiatong couldn’t understand why his boyfriend had become so strange overnight. He wouldn’t cook for him, help him with his homework, share a bed with him, do his laundry, peel fruit for him, play games with him, or help him raise a dog. He was even so mean to him. He told Shao Zuo to get out of the master bedroom, then lay on the bed and cried all night. By morning, he had figured it out. Shao Zuo was probably tired. He needed to work hard to become a considerate, sensible partner, the man behind Shao Zuo, who was sure to make something of himself one day. But Shao Zuo was still mean, made no effort to hide his disdain, and moved all his daily necessities out of the master bedroom. He wouldn’t sleep with Tang Jiatong anymore. Tang Jiatong was on the verge of a breakdown. “What are you doing? Don’t you have any other rooms in your house?!” Shao Zuo ignored him. He would rather sleep on the floor than share Tang Jiatong’s bed. Tang Jiatong was heartbroken. Tops were all terrible, but he loved Shao Zuo. What could he do? A woman should follow her husband wherever he goes, and Tang Jiatong could only spend the rest of his life tangled up with him like this. He felt so miserable. He was sure he’d get depression, and when he died, Shao Zuo would regret it forever! - Shao Zuo kept to himself at school and was never close to his classmates. Naturally, he was even less familiar with Tang Jiatong, the rich young master born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Then one day, Tang Jiatong ran up to him with his schoolbag on his back and threw himself into his arms. “Hubby, I missed you so much!” Shao Zuo froze for a moment, then pushed him away. The boy stuck to him like glue again. “Playing hard to get~” “...” - A few days later, Tang Jiatong’s mother found Shao Zuo and told him, “Tang Jiatong has amnesia. He thinks you’re his boyfriend now.” “...We’ll pay you for your trouble.” Tang Jiatong’s mother wiped away her tears and left Shao Zuo with Tang Jiatong. When he turned around, Tang Jiatong was hugging a pillow, one shoulder bare. “Hubby, let’s sleep together tonight.” “...” A pampered young master who wants everything except hardship x a cool, gloomy top who carries the weight of the world Pampered bottom, pampered bottom, pampered bottom, pampered bottom. No swapping, reversing, dream pairings, or putting down the other couple by changing the characters’ identities. The story shouldn’t be very long, at most 200,000 characters. A proper sweet romance about a couple of lovebirds. This is a story about an immature, somewhat absurd pampered young master. The content warnings are already in the blurb, so please don’t try to talk me out of it in the comments. Take it elsewhere. Thank you, really. TT Coming soon: So the Real Young Master Is Home, What About Me? A spoiled sweetheart who’s wicked to the core x an older, fatherly top. Please add it to your favorites. Tai Mi has done a lot of things that made people hate him. He bullied his eldest brother and drove his brother’s girlfriend away. He bullied his second brother, burned his green hair with a lighter, and forced him to watch horror movies with him. He talked back to teachers and bullied his classmates, too. But everyone liked him, and he thought they genuinely loved him. Until the day his parents came home with a boy his age, followed by a shabby, timid middle-aged couple. “Tai Mi, this is your little brother. Say hello.” “Tai Mi, these are your birth parents. Call them Mom and Dad.” Amid the laughter and celebration, and Tai Mi’s screams and tears, they dragged him off to a run-down house full of mold and mice. This was what Tai Mi’s life was really like: no South Sea pearls or North American diamonds, only a cold, shabby room and endless leftovers that were served hot, eaten hot, and never ran out... Tai Mi seized a chance to sneak back to his old home. They were celebrating the birthday of their new biological child. Everyone ignored him. The housekeeper gave him a piece of cake and told him to take care. As Tai Mi stuffed the cake into his pocket, he said to his eldest brother, who had followed him, “I hate you all! I hate you!” Tai Mi couldn’t adjust to his new life, his new school, or his new teachers, no matter how hard he tried. He was at the end of his rope when he barged into his eldest brother’s office. “You don’t have a girlfriend. Let me be your girlfriend.” His eldest brother didn’t react. Tai Mi kept crying. At last, his eldest brother relented. He sighed, sounding helpless, but his gaze was stern. “Tai Mi, being my lover is not the same as being my little brother.” “Not the same?” “Right. I’d kiss you and fuck you. Are you sure?” Theme: Find yourself and create yourself.