Only I Am the Pearl

The main story is undergoing ongoing revisions. I'll be adding lots of little details and scenes showing the interactions between the brother and sister, which aren't in pirated copies. I hope you'll support the official version. Thank you!

Synopsis:

Yan Wanyun was switched at birth and brought back to the Song family she'd never met when she was twelve.

Her parents were busy and rarely came home. Luckily, her older brother and sister treated Yan Wanyun wonderfully and never let anyone wrong her.

Song Wenting, the young master who had been switched at birth, was in the same year as Yan Wanyun. He doted on her most and never let anyone bully her. Her classmates teased them, saying, "Wanyun isn't your real sister anyway. Why don't you just get married someday?"

Yan Wanyun's little face instantly turned red. But she'd always known she could never fall for Song Wenting.

She was about to speak when her eldest brother, Song Cheng, got out of a black Maybach to pick her up. His distant, refined features made everyone fall silent.

"Get in." He looked at the two of them without expression.

Yan Wanyun looked at her eldest brother's stern profile, her heart trembling. She thought, If I'm going to like someone, it should be someone like my eldest brother.

On the eve of her departure to study abroad at eighteen, Yan Wanyun got drunk. Song Cheng went to pick her up with a driver and had to stop her from doing all sorts of things.

After she got home, she ran to the wrong room in her pajamas and stumbled onto the bed.

While she was half asleep, Song Cheng returned in a bathrobe and tried to carry her back to her own room.

But Yan Wanyun boldly reached up, grabbed her brother by the collar, and wouldn't let him leave.

Darkness surged in Song Cheng's eyes. Yan Wanyun looped her arms around his neck, her flushed face leaning toward him as she called out drunkenly, "Big Brother."

The next moment, a hand clamped down hard on the back of her head, forcing her to accept a kiss.

Her eyes flew open. Song Cheng said hoarsely, "Wanwan, don't overestimate a man's self-control."

"I'm giving you three seconds. Get out of my room."

Later, at a party, Song Cheng saw her acting intimately with Song Wenting, joy unmistakable in her beautiful eyes.

He picked up a glass of wine. Amid the party's cheerful chatter, he grabbed her wrist and forcibly took her away.

In the underground garage, Song Cheng's eyes were dark, his usual composure and restraint gone.

Almost painfully, he asked in a hoarse voice:

"Who did you think I was when we kissed?"

* Pseudo-incest. The eldest brother is adopted, so he and the heroine are not blood-related, and they are not on the same household register.

* Neither of them crosses any lines before reaching adulthood.

Coming soon: Wild by the River

Pseudo-incest / School life / A somewhat unwell brother and sister / Twisted love

Synopsis:

On a hot, humid summer night, her father brought home a boy he'd found by the river, soaked to the skin and covered in wounds.

She was eating an ice pop beneath the old banyan tree, sitting on a rocking chair and swinging her slipper-clad feet.

Her father led the boy over by the hand, placed his palm against her small, soft one, and said, "From now on, he's your big brother."

She blinked her almond-shaped eyes, took an ice pop she hadn't had the heart to eat from the freezer, and went to soothe her brother's wounds with it.

Later, on another humid night just like that one, greenery covered the old window lattice. Her brother lifted her onto the windowsill. Through the thin fabric of her cotton shirt, his fingertips unfastened the clasp of her shoulder strap.

Summer moisture filled the air. He cornered her there, pressing her chin firmly with his fingertips and forcing her to lift her lips.

The girl blinked her damp lashes in confusion. In the hot, wet kiss, her whole body burned as if it might catch fire.

Outside, plum rain fell. The damp smell of earth gradually spread between them, and a faint bitterness seemed to mingle with their oxygen-starved lips and tongues.

He was treating her almost brutally tonight, refusing to stop even when he saw her about to cry, because he'd caught her kissing someone at school.

But he didn't know that, at the time, his little sister had been narrowing her almond-shaped eyes behind the classroom's glass window, baring her little tiger teeth as she threatened the boy kissing her.

"Do you even know how to kiss? Come a little closer, or my brother won't be able to see."

Two naughty kids.

The romance begins after they reach adulthood. They are not on the same household register.

Theme: Cherish your family