She Is the Moon in the Clouds (Matriarchy)

The modern matriarchal novel Mad Dog has been renamed Tame Wildfire.

Yun Zhihe's parents died protecting the late emperor. The Empress, whose word could command the masses, ascended the throne and brought the young girl to the palace to raise her herself, reassuring the loyal ministers.

Little Miss Yun is the moon above the clouds, unaware of her own radiance.

As beautiful as jade and as verdant as pines, she gazes across the boundless realm, indifferent to love and longing only for peace and prosperity.

Yet the noble male emperor on the throne always looks at her with lowered eyes, then turns away as if unconcerned.

The eldest prince, who should have been like an older brother to her, winds a strand of her hair around his fingertip and tucks it behind her ear. His voice is low and husky as he reveals his feelings, eyes lowered in restraint. "Mingming, hasn't your brother always been the one you loved most?"

The second prince, of mixed barbarian blood, rides by on horseback. His pine-green eyes are haughty and disdainful as he murmurs, "...How could you not have feelings for me?"

Even the third prince, the crown prince, is the same. His gloomy, almond-shaped eyes brim with cautious delight as he invites her to share the realm and its moonlit beauty, and to join their hearts as one.

Otherwise, he will chop her flesh and bones to pieces and swallow them.

Terrified, Yun Zhihe can only petition to be sent to the frontier. Since she cannot serve in the lofty halls of the court, she will use her wits to govern the realm and seek a peaceful life for its people.

But she never expected the widower general who had guarded the pass for years to suddenly fall for her, his usual cold sternness gone.

"I... I'm still untouched. Would you at least look at me?"

Little Miss Yun is a vivid splash of color in the bland lives of certain people, a hazy moon in the clouds. They are only her subjects beneath the moon.

She thought she could find peace only with her childhood friend, but he, too, changed his mind. He became a male official, then turned to her with a bright, clear smile.

"I only want to stand by your side and be your little fox."

A universally adored heroine, noble and principled, indifferent to romance. Both leads are chaste, with male pregnancy, 1v1.

The modern matriarchal novel Mad Dog is now underway

Both leads are chaste. Everything the male lead does in the story is meant to make the heroine jealous and dote on him. He is a neat freak, and has never kissed or embraced anyone. He is untouched.

Everyone takes her for a pathetic simp.

The campus goddess of A University, famous for her looks and talent, is actually a simp for A University's notorious playboy, a man known for sleeping around.

She can personally bring him condoms when he books a hotel room. She can watch her boyfriend get intimate with another woman without batting an eye, then carry him, dead drunk, out of a karaoke room. She can wait in the rain outside his dorm just because he casually said something he doesn't care about.

She never competes, never fights, never gets jealous. She watches his games and his indifference with a smile in her eyes.

Patient and endlessly gentle.

...Just as everyone says, she's a simp.

Shen Lin firmly believes it, too.

He'll take a drag from a cigarette, lift his chin arrogantly, and exhale into her face with a hazy look in his eyes, then watch her gaze at him in a daze.

He'll deliberately test the limits of his lover's patience, just to see if she'll get angry.

Arrogant and uninhibited, he lives as wildly as a flame. He risks his life when racing, then hides in her arms like a victor.

He's a mad dog, with a vicious bite.

How pitiful.

...But he's merely a toy indulged by a hunter, even smugly congratulating himself for having the upper hand.

Ming Luo loves his face. He is a stand-in for the person she loved when she was young, and that face, so similar to the original, can extinguish all reason within her.

She likes it so much.

Ming Luo hides her fascination.

She indulges his willfulness and unreasonable tantrums. She loves his face and voice, likes the way he looks when he is asleep, and delights in the softness and fragrance of his hair when she embraces him.

She simply doesn't love him.

Then one day, a scar appears on his face, and the trace of her beloved is gone.

Ming Luo turns and leaves without a shred of mercy. She even smiles as she extends an invitation to another similar-looking young man, her voice gentle and soft as she asks:

"Would you go out with me?"

Shen Lin watches her delight in someone else, give another person the affection she once gave him, and exchange words of love with someone else.

He watches her ignore him completely, treating him like a total stranger.

Jealousy surges through Shen Lin. Pain churns in his chest, and with red-rimmed eyes, he approaches her. For once, he puts away his prickly defenses and tries to coax her, his voice hoarse.

"...Don't be angry anymore. Could you give me a hug?"

Jealousy burns alone in his chest. He uses every trick he can think of, weeping and begging for her pity, just to make her look at him once more.

But he never imagined he was only the shadow of a man she had never met, and that all her love was fake. From beginning to end, it was nothing but a ridiculous lie.

Resentment and love churn in his chest. He becomes a complete mad dog, wagging his tail and begging for affection over the slightest bit of intimacy, his eyes filled with sweet, obsessive love.

If she doesn't love him, then he'll love her twice as much. He'll do anything as long as he can have her.

He's a rabid dog, eyeing every man and woman who comes near her, baring his teeth to protect the last scraps of affection she has left for him.

Terrified that he will never receive her love, he weeps and humbly tugs at her hem, his voice hoarse as he begs:

"Please, love me just a little..."

"Just a little. I'm not asking for much."

Ming Luo looks a little bewildered. She slowly bends down and wipes away his tears with her fingertip. Her gaze is gentle yet puzzled, like a god who pities all mortals.

"Don't even think about it. I won't love you."

An entire cast of mad, obsessive characters. An outwardly gentle but cold-hearted, unsympathetic heroine X an arrogant, uninhibited, mad, deeply insecure male lead starved for love.

Both leads are chaste, with male pregnancy. The male lead suffers. In the blurb, things like booking a hotel room are bets he makes with his friends, just to tease the heroine. He himself is virtuous, desperately starved for love, and still has his first kiss and first night ahead of him. He's also a neat freak who hates women touching him.

Both leads are unwell and both are mad. The heroine doesn't love him at all at first and doesn't care about him personally. The reason she listens to him so much is simply that she thinks she wants his face, while she provides emotional support. It's a fair exchange that benefits them both.

Later, the male lead becomes intensely love-struck! Intensely love-struck! Intensely love-struck! This includes, but is not limited to, trying to trap the heroine by getting pregnant before marriage, flaunting his pregnancy in front of her first love, threatening suicide and self-harm, and even competing for affection with the boy he gives birth to and getting jealous of his own son. A series of mad actions. The male lead suffers both physically and emotionally. A story about taming a dog, mutual healing, and extreme obsession. Don't read if that's not your thing.

Theme: Serve as a subject and a woman, and bring peace and prosperity to the realm.