When a Vampire Meets a Hot-Blooded Idiot

#Tsundere heiress x naturally straightforward girl#

#Sun-hating vampire x human sun who radiates warmth nonstop#

Lillian is a transfer student from England. Everyone at Karasuno knows she likes tomato juice.

But no one knows that the "tomato juice" is actually fresh blood flown in by her servants.

Until one day, the orange-haired guy in her class discovers her secret.

"Lillian, w-would you like to try my blood?" Hinata Shoyo asks, leaning close to her, his face red but his voice loud and clear. He exposes a vulnerable stretch of his neck.

Lillian lazily raises her eyelids, leans forward, and reveals her fangs

Then gets a mouthful of blisters.

That day, a vampire from England learns a new phrase.

A hot-blooded idiot.

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Vampire x hot-blooded idiot

I'm trying to switch my brain off and write a pure romance story.

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A story I've really wanted to write. Please add it to your reading list↓↓↓

I Raised Myself

When I traveled back seven years, I met a kid who was a real pain in the neck.

She looked like a delinquent: always the last to arrive at school, always carrying a nearly empty backpack, always wearing a sour expression, and always alone.

As a kind, honest, and helpful young person of the twenty-first century, I finally stopped her when she tried for the fifth time to climb over the school wall and go to an internet cafe to play games. Then I followed behind her, earnestly urging her to study hard.

The brat tripped, got back up, and looked at me impatiently. "Auntie, you're so annoying."

If she hadn't looked exactly like me as a child, I would have wanted to punch her.

But she was me, after all, so I crouched in front of her and gently advised her

"Hey, brat, if you keep acting up, I'll dig up the out-of-print manga hidden under the sixth tree on the right by the school gate and tear it to pieces."

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The brat swallowed her pride and followed me around. After putting up with me one too many times, she finally asked with a scowl, "Hey, unreliable one, when are you leaving?"

I patted her on the head and kindly replied, "When you get back to first place."

The brat knocked my hand away.

Later, the brat really did make it back to first place, and I knew the rainstorm that had lasted seven years had finally stopped.

*Told in first person.

*The title and blurb may change, but basically, it's a story about a carefree, wisecracking, unserious adult who plots and schemes to raise a sour-faced, rebellious little firecracker into someone who gets her life back on track.

Theme: Live life with a positive attitude