Chief, Stop Right There!

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Blurb:

Beneath lush crabapple trees, Ming Han looked at the innocent boy in front of him, had a sudden idea, leaned in with a smile, and asked, “Bei Kuang, do you have a crush on me?”

The boy, in the middle of eating his boxed lunch, jolted and shot him a fierce glare.

Ming Han nodded to himself. Just as I thought.

*

Years later,

Ming Han ran into the boy again.

The child who once needed him to protect him had become the youngest Chief Mental Care Specialist in history.

The youngest Chief Security Officer in history, Ming Han, was pinned to the wall by Bei Kuang, who glared at him with a fierce, imposing air. Ming Han regarded him lazily.

Bei Kuang: “Ming, you aren't leaving this room until you let me treat you today!”

Ming Han looked him up and down for a moment, then suddenly chuckled. “Bei Kuang, do you have a crush on me?”

The cold Dr. Bei froze, immediately dropped his hand, and then blushed. “Don't flatter yourself!”

Extra scene:

One day, a drunk Dr. Bei wrapped his arms around Ming Han and clung to him like a koala.

Dr. Bei had none of his usual aloof, dignified air. His eyes red, he complained indignantly, “Ming, why can't you just love me?!”

Ming Han's lips curved as he leaned close and whispered, “Oh? And what about you?”

Smack!

His answer was a resounding slap.

**

A short, clean romance, one-on-one, happy ending

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I Don't Want a Scam Artist as My Master!

Bei Yeming ended his graduation trip early after his grandmother called him nonstop. On the way home, he gave a fraudster trying to swindle an old woman a thorough scolding.

Bei Yeming was a young master from a wealthy family, but he'd had a tragic upbringing. His grandmother told him he was cursed, and, to save him from disaster, had specially hired a teacher to instruct him in exorcism and self-defense.

A committed materialist, Bei Yeming: ...

Fine. To put his grandmother's mind at ease, he would learn a little.

But could someone explain why the person standing in his family's reception room was the very fraudster he'd just scolded?

Xiao Kuang pretended not to know him and greeted him with fake politeness. Grinding his teeth, Bei Yeming returned his teacher's greeting courteously.

There was no need to go easy on a fraudster. He'd start by exposing his true colors!

Xiao Kuang couldn't eat spicy food, so Bei Yeming prepared tomatoes pickled with chili for him.

Xiao Kuang was an exorcist, so Bei Yeming installed exorcism gear in his room.

Xiao Kuang wasn't one to take that lying down, either.

“Running that slowly? Want to do a few more laps?!”

“Are you even trying? At this speed, a ghost would've eaten you already!”

After being put through his paces on the first day, Bei Yeming could barely crawl. His hands were still shaking at dinner, and Xiao Kuang even ate all the dishes he liked!

When he went to bed, the first thing he saw upon opening his eyes was a ghost's face. Bei Yeming was nearly scared to death by Xiao Kuang.

Bei Yeming gritted his teeth.

You want to play games with me? I'm game!

*

A few months later.

While being chased by a ghost, Bei Yeming hurriedly grabbed Xiao Kuang's leg

“Master, save me!”

A sharp-tongued, silly, sweet master-and-student story. Not long, about 100,000 words.

Happy ending, one-on-one.

Younger top, student is the top.

Theme: Sincerity is always rewarded