The Fourth Full Moon

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My next modern romance will be You, Keep Your Hands to Yourself: fiery childhood friend VS devoted childhood sweetheart. Blurb below.

Blurb: [Childhood Friends] [Reunion After Years Apart] [Secretly Scheming for Years] [Fighting Over Her]

Gentle, resilient, wildflower heroine × seemingly innocent, secretly calculating young general

The first time Yang Dieyi met Zhou Xuan,

was beneath the collapsed walls of her home.

Through the thick black smoke,

she saw a little boy with short legs walk over, take her hand, and say,

"You must be the Ayi-jiejie from next door."

She only nodded, bewildered.

After that, he was always following her around, calling her "Ayi-jiejie."

Then, in a sudden upheaval, they escaped death by a hair,

only to become the children of disgraced officials whose families had been destroyed.

She was kidnapped and separated from Zhou Xuan.

After five years in hiding, just when Yang Dieyi thought she would never see him again,

a familiar face was suddenly brought into the mountains.

Yang Dieyi recognized him at a glance.

She went to great lengths to find an excuse and steal one night alone with him.

Sadly, it seemed he didn't recognize her.

Two days later, a wildfire spread across the mountains.

Before she passed out, she heard someone say,

"Captain Zhou is getting married..."

That would be fine too, she thought.

Years passed. She was now a married woman.

Her husband had been framed, just as her father once had,

and she resolved to plead his case in the street.

"I beg you, sir, please deliver justice for my husband."

When she looked up, she saw a familiar face.

He was no longer Captain Zhou. The people beside him called him General.

Yet Yang Dieyi couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. It wasn't just his status. He seemed like a different person.

Sometimes he called her Ayi.

Sometimes he looked at her with eyes she couldn't read.

Until one day, when they actually got into an argument,

Zhou Xuan seemed to lose control and pinned her against the door.

His burning breath fell against her shoulder and neck.

For the first time, Yang Dieyi heard the young man speak in a trembling, wounded voice.

"He can, but what about me, Ayi? Can't I?"

Yang Dieyi didn't know that the first time Zhou Xuan saw her,

he had already put her in his heart, where she had remained for so many years.

He clearly remembered the three times they had watched the full moon together.

The first time, he lost her.

The second time, she died because he hesitated.

The third time, she came to him on behalf of her husband.

The fourth time, he would never let her go again.

P.S. One-on-one romance. The heroine's marriage is a partnership, and the hero has no past romantic or sexual experience.

You, Keep Your Hands to Yourself

A hot-blooded girl who's braver in her dreams than in real life, and wants to become a heroine of the martial world VS a mature, fatherly man who's been preparing since childhood to be the perfect husband

As long as Ju Tian can remember, she has rescued cats, dogs, and even grasshoppers, punched school bullies and kicked cheating scumbags. Big or small, Yu Yinshi has always been by her side, without exception.

After one argument, she angrily messaged her best friend,

"I can't take it anymore. I'm going somewhere he isn't! I'm cutting off contact with him!"

Her best friend's hand nearly broke from smacking the table, and she praised her through tears: "Finally! What courage!"

She enthusiastically treated Ju Tian to hot pot, then conveniently lured her back home.

Half an hour later, a certain someone pressed her against his own front door and kissed her ear. "Cutting off contact? Is half an hour enough?"

She wrapped both arms tightly around his waist, shaking her head faster than a rocket. "No, no, no, no, no! I never said that! I like you so, so much!"

When Yu Yinshi first met Ju Tian at the age of five,

she was a tiny little bundle,

who kept squirming in his arms.

He frowned but didn't let go,

only soothing her softly in his babyish voice,

"Don't squirm."

Years later,

he was the one held captive in her arms.

She only had to press lightly to leave him gasping without pause.

"Don't squirm."

His voice was hoarse,

as if he'd just drunk the strongest liquor in the world.

Theme: Love and the people we love are both important.