After Being Taken Care of by a Virtuous Little Incubus

[A very good-at-pretending, sweet-looking but secretly ruthless, chaste incubus x a take-no-prisoners, fiercely possessive vampire big sister]

Upcoming story: Reborn, the All-Around Female Director Reaches the Top. The blurb is at the very bottom. Add it to your favorites if you're interested!

Fuli is a vampire who considers herself a law-abiding citizen and model member of society.

Her previous human companion had a special incubus constitution, and she almost bit him to death before she could stop herself. After turning over a new leaf, she swore never again to team up with any strange species, no matter how delicious their blood smelled.

Then, by chance, she met a human.

Faced with her ferocious, greedy fangs, the high school boy panicked. She pulled open his school uniform, revealing a slender, pale neck beneath a faded yellow T-shirt. A sweet scent filled the alley.

His blood smelled delicious, he was well-behaved, and most importantly, she had checked several times: he was an utterly ordinary human!

After a mix of threats, temptation, and moral blackmail, Fuli finally secured herself a long-term meal ticket.

The boy was fair, tender, and fragrant. He was forthright and blushed easily, and his adorably clueless manner made Fuli like him more and more.

As for her friends, who kept muttering things like "That kid is always acting so coy" and "He's not as obedient as he looks," Fuli dismissed all their claims as slander.

Until one evening at the end of the month, she came home early and found the now-college-aged Bai Feichuan bundled up in a blanket, looking miserable.

"Got a fever?" Fuli was about to fetch him some medicine when he grabbed the hem of her clothes.

After the room spun around, Fuli found herself pinned to the bed.

"Sis..." Bai Feichuan, usually shy and easily embarrassed, rubbed his face against the hollow of her neck. His eyes were dark, his voice low and husky.

Fuli looked at the two black horns that had appeared on his head at some point, and the tail curling around her thigh from his tailbone. She fell silent.

Damn it, an incubus.

Was it too late to break their agreement and run off without taking responsibility?

**

Bai Feichuan first saw Fuli when he was surrounded in an alley by a group of vampires who were considering whether to make a move.

Under the flickering streetlight, she stood in a pool of blood amid the corpses of vampires, a haughty smile playing at the corners of her exquisite eyes. Cigarette, red lips, high heels: Fuli's sharp, direct presence dragged him out of the supernatural world.

Her black hair fell like a waterfall, and her red eyes burned like cold flames. That glance was breathtaking.

Bai Feichuan hid his species. On countless nights tormented by his heat, he looked at the desk lamp glowing in the bedroom next door and thought:

She's just a vampire wandering through a dull world, and when she picked up a poor little puppy by the roadside, she never imagined she'd taken in a mad dog.

Upcoming story: Reborn, the All-Around Female Director Reaches the Top

Blurb: In her previous life, Jiang He was a down-on-her-luck female director.

Two of her leading actors could always be caught up in scandals before their films premiered. Sometimes it was an actor with questionable morals, sometimes someone with a record straight out of prison. After each fiasco, only a handful of her films made it to theaters.

After anger sent her to the ICU, she opened her eyes again and found herself back at the time she had just graduated and returned to the country. Before her stood a rising young actor, overflowing with sincerity and practically swearing to devote the rest of his life to his faith in this film.

[System: This kid will have his career ruined in 382 days.]

Jiang He: Heh. Save your faith for prison. You haven't even finished what you started, and now you're going to ruin it for me. Get lost!

Avoiding every major and minor pitfall in the industry, she picked out rising stars with unerring precision. Every newcomer and veteran Jiang He worked with became a sensation.

An actor with no formal training, previously an awkward idol, made a comeback and won Best Actor in Venice, sincerely crediting all his honors to Director Jiang.

That year, Jiang He held the Golden Lion for Best Film and launched her career into the stratosphere.

A middle-aged actress whose career had stalled tearfully accepted her award at Cannes, then wept as she looked toward Jiang He applauding in the audience.

That year, Jiang He held the Palme d'Or for Best Film and the Best Director award, humbly shaking her head.

The brightest light of Chinese cinema and the youngest Grand Slam winner even said outright, "Sister Jiang gave me a second life."

By then, Jiang He had swept all three major European film festivals, smiling without restraint.

The haters who once resented her for ending her contract with their idol: "What a load of garbage. You treated it like a game, fooled people, and made up rumors to ride on his fame. Have you no shame?"

The fans now checking in on her page: "The industry's litmus test for actors, the guiding light for scandal-plagued celebrities. Thank you, Sister Jiang!"

[Jiang He V: No need to thank me. It's great to have me in Chinese cinema.]

Theme: Mutual respect