Wow, What a Shameless Flirt!

★Next up: After My Wife Was Taken by His Bodyguard. Scroll down for the blurb. If you’re interested, please add it to your collection!★ ★Blurb★ A fake-serious, double-standard CEO top × a face-blind, socially anxious, sweet little rabbit of a tea master bottom He Wenfan was a very traditional CEO. He had no interest in men or women, was naturally immune to all the little temptresses and innocent beauties, and believed that anyone who approached him had ulterior motives. One day, a new tea master started working at his usual private teahouse. Elegant and refined, delicate as a willow in the breeze, graceful in every gesture, she was exactly his type down to the tips of her fingers. CEO He, who had just dealt with three little vixens sent by his business rivals: Here comes another one. But the tea master’s gaze merely swept over him, seemingly not caring about him at all. Her attention was fixed on the tea set in her hands, yet she still had an alluring air. “...” This one was more formidable than the others. · Not long after, the tea master fell ill and took leave. CEO He remained composed. This is the playing-hard-to-get stage. One day of sick leave: No rush. One week of sick leave: Let’s wait and see. One month of sick leave: ...Not many can hold out this long. After a month of drinking weak tea, CEO He began to reminisce about the fresh tea brewed by the little vixen. Its rich fragrance had soothed his soul, and he couldn’t help missing it. “What good tea.” · Shen Ling was born into a century-old tea family and had been pampered since childhood. The first time he worked at his family’s teahouse after starting university, he worked himself sick. While he was recovering, a gentleman in a suit came to see him, speaking with restrained dignity. “Why did you stop making tea?” Shen Ling was severely face-blind and could only identify him by his voice. “Customer number 001?” CEO He, being called by a number for the first time in his life: “...” Shen Ling slowly leaned against the doorframe. “Sorry, I’m sick. Could you wait until I get better, and then I’ll make tea for you?” CEO He had never heard anyone speak in such a soft and unaffected voice. “Can’t you talk normally?” Shen Ling: “...Why are you being mean?” CEO He watched as his eyes turned red as if by magic, and backed away in alarm. What good tea! [Content warnings] 1. The bottom has a heart condition and is frail. The top pampers him. 2. Traditional strong top and weak bottom. The bottom is not very strong, physically or emotionally, so please read with caution if this bothers you! 3. This is not a green-tea story. The bottom isn’t actually manipulative; some people simply misunderstand him, and he works as a tea master. ◆A recommendation for my friend’s story, Doting on My Pitiful Childhood Friend, by Cheng Jingtang. It’s a super cute sweet romance: a cold, solitary top as a child who grows up scheming, paired with a well-behaved, adorable bottom as a child who grows up reclusive and aloof~◆ ★Upcoming story blurb: After My Wife Was Taken by His Bodyguard★ An extremely possessive bodyguard top who’s secretly a powerful figure × a calm, restrained, tragically beautiful and strong bottom Meng Xuchu was the youngest son in his family and had never received even a shred of affection from his parents. Even though he surpassed his siblings in every way, when the family faced ruin, he was still the one they abandoned. They sent him to marry into the illustrious Mu family, to bring good fortune to their gravely ill eldest son. Miracles didn’t happen. The Mu family’s eldest son still died. Years of repression had crushed his spirit and ruined his health. In the washroom, Meng Xuchu silently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, endured the violent cramps in his stomach, put on his usual icy expression, and calmly took charge of the funeral. Then he collapsed in front of everyone. Just before he lost consciousness completely, a pair of warm, strong arms caught him securely. The gloomy funeral hall erupted in an uproar. · Meng Xuchu had a personal bodyguard whose origins and background were unknown. He stood silently behind him, his dark eyes always fixed on the snow-white nape beneath Meng Xuchu’s collar. Meng Xuchu knew this man was the eyes the Mu family’s eldest son had assigned to watch him. Even when he fell into the man’s arms, he forced himself to stay alert. But his bodyguard Stole him away from the funeral. In front of everyone. Through the haze, the familiar voice of the young bodyguard fell hotly beside his ear, anguish and a choked sob in every word. “Why won’t you ever ask me for help, Madam?” · Later, everyone who had looked down on him or ignored him could only stand in the mud and gaze up at him in the clouds. #MadamTamesHerGuardDog . Theme: You can’t judge a person by appearances