You May Only Love Me

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Qiao Ning has a childhood friend with an intense possessive streak. His name is Xie Ren An.

Xie Ren An is a rebel.

Fighting, making trouble, he's involved in it all.

Compared to her, a well-behaved, obedient girl, they're complete opposites.

Qiao Ning called him "big brother" for four years.

Then he transferred to Yundu, and they lost touch.

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They meet again during the summer between Qiao Ning's sophomore and junior years of high school.

She has come to study in Yundu and has no choice but to stay at Xie Ren An's home.

On a midsummer evening, Qiao Ning carries her luggage up the wooden stairs of the Xie family's villa.

At the sound of a noise, she suddenly turns around

And a young man's figure enters her vision.

Xie Ren An is tall, leaning casually against the doorway as he looks her over.

His tousled black hair falls across his brow, and his phoenix eyes, which seem to smile and yet not, hold a hint of misty dampness.

Qiao Ning's heart suddenly skips a beat, and the tips of her ears turn red.

He stares at her, his gaze inscrutable. "Be good. Call me big brother."

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Qiao Ning thinks Xie Ren An will always be her "big brother."

But later,

those words begin to take on a different meaning when he says them.

For instance, one day after the college entrance exams,

Xie Ren An finds a thick stack of love letters scattered in her drawer.

His gaze darkens as his possessiveness rears its head.

He stares at Qiao Ning and sneers, his voice low. "You're popular, aren't you, little sister?"

Qiao Ning quietly protests, "That's not it, big brother..."

But Xie Ren An has already lifted her chin. His breath is hot as he says, "Say that again, and I'll show you... what else a big brother can be."

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· Inspired in April 2024, registered

. 1v1, both inexperienced in love / fiercely possessive bad-boy x cute, sweet little sister / pseudo-siblings

. Childhood friend versus newcomer / both the male lead and second male lead like the heroine / delicious brother-and-sister romance

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The day I met Cheng Qing Ye,

the sky was gloomy, as if rain were on the way.

Seven or eight boys were fighting in an alley.

Cheng Qing Ye was the only one still standing.

A bruise marked his face as he stared at me coldly.

I nervously lowered my head and tried to limp away.

He grabbed my backpack and warned me:

"Little cripple, just try telling anyone."

From then on, I went out of my way to avoid that street on my way to and from school.

Back then, I never imagined that Cheng Qing Ye and I would become so deeply entangled.

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My name is Xia Ting,

and I'm crippled.

My legs were scalded by boiling water when I was a year old,

and my life was scarred along with them.

My disability makes me feel inferior.

All I can do is study as hard as I can,

but I still can't escape the odd looks and comments.

Cheng Qing Ye can't stand those people. He always pretends it's a coincidence when he protects me.

But the truth is, I'm secretly in love with someone else. His name is Shen Jia Heng.

Shen Jia Heng gets excellent grades and is always polite to everyone.

I thought he would be different from the others.

Until one day, I heard him say:

"Xia Ting? Sure, she's pretty, but she's a cripple. Having someone like her fall for me is the worst luck I've ever had."

I turned away, holding back my tears, only to see Cheng Qing Ye waiting for me at the door.

I don't know what came over me, but I kissed him on tiptoe through my tears.

I said, Cheng Qing Ye, I like you.

Will you protect me?

Cheng Qing Ye said nothing.

But for the first time, I saw him blush.

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Later, that lie was finally exposed.

The day the truth came out, Cheng Qing Ye pinned me against the wall.

His eyes bloodshot, he demanded, "Were you playing me?"

Rainwater and tears ran down the corner of my mouth.

He pressed me hard against the wall, his voice hoarse:

"Listen carefully, Xia Ting. I won't allow it."

Then, trembling, he kissed my lips,

and said fiercely:

"You're mine. Whether you like it or not is not up to you."

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