Strawberry Berry

[My next novel, Butterflies to Me, is coming soon. Please add it to your collection; the blurb is at the bottom.]

This novel will be available to purchase on March 11. The complete edition costs just over one yuan. Thanks for your support~

Blurb:

After celebrating a few birthdays, Chuji realized how many years she'd known Jing Che. They'd never been apart. He was only one day older than her, yet he'd tricked her into calling him "big brother" for years. Later, Chuji learned there was a more fitting term: childhood sweethearts.

That afternoon, the sunlight was pleasantly warm, and a breeze stirred the white curtains. Chuji was dozing in her room when Jing Che came in. Feeling mischievous, she pretended to sleep, planning to open her eyes suddenly once he came closer and scare him.

She never expected him to bend down and kiss her, placing one tender kiss after another on her forehead, the tip of her nose, her eyes, and her cheeks. Her heart pounded, but he still hadn't kissed the most important place.

How could anyone be so dense?

She grumbled to herself. She'd even forgotten to open her eyes and scare him. The corners of her lips drooped, betraying her disappointment, when he suddenly leaned close to her ear. His breath was hot, and his usually clear voice turned husky and alluring:

"I bought your favorite strawberry-and-cheese drink. Will you have a sip first, or should I kiss you first?"

* Childhood sweethearts / 1v1 / happy ending

* A light, sweet romance

* An indie game development mogul and his childhood sweetheart

Note added 20230103

Butterflies to Me:

[An angelic-looking schemer × a little butterfly]

His love was sick, vile, and hidden from the light. He could only wear a gentle mask and gaze down at her with careful tenderness, afraid of disturbing the butterfly in his heart.

At seventeen, Shi Qi had clear, deep-black eyes and long lashes that rested quietly, like misty frost. In front of others, he was always humble and gentle.

He was the genius in his teachers' eyes and the object of every girl's affection.

Even her strict father was always praising him.

Only Ming Die knew this wasn't the whole truth about him, because on that night when he pretended to sleep, she was close enough to catch the faint scent of tobacco on his fingertips, and

his hot, heavy breath.

Later, he spent seven long years weaving a net, all to wait for the butterfly he'd once startled into flight to return.

Theme: Work hard to create a beautiful life.