[Fake brother and sister | Xiong Jing] The gentle and soft beauty* appears to be self-restrained and polite, but is actually paranoid and crazy.
Yu Tan wakes up. She is just a supporting character in a restricted storybook. She is arrogant and desperate, but she is still a fake daughter.
At first, because of her noble status, various beauties pursued her. After she lost power, they transformed into evil spirits, imprisoned and humiliated her, and she died miserably.
She wanted to get away completely, but the plot kept clinging to her.
After falling into the water at the banquet, she got wet and hid in an empty room, only to see her handsome husband sitting on the soft couch.
She timidly took his sleeve and said, "Brother, I want to stay for a while."
Seeing that her clothes were wet, Yu Hean frowned slightly and refused coldly, "Go back to your room."
Somehow, since then, the plot of being hated has been twisted into a relationship between her and Yu Hean.
She fell limply into Yu He'an's arms, the scent of cedar filled her nose, and the muscles under her palms tensed, "Be careful."
Covered by the wide sleeves, she took Magatama Hean's hand and put her fingertips into the dry and warm palm, "Cold?"
She was careful to please her, and although her brother was cold-tempered, he would help him a little, and even treated her like his own sister after her identity was exposed.
The plot was approaching again, so she had no choice but to sneak into his room while Yu Hean was sleeping, secretly touched the corner of his lips, and fled in panic.
She didn't see the person who was supposed to be sleeping soundly, and her half-lidded eyelashes couldn't block the darkness in her eyes. Her fingertips obsessively rubbed the places she touched.
The elder brother is polite and has a noble character.
However, rumors spread that she might have tarnished Yu Hean's reputation, so she had to find someone else to marry.
It was night, the hijab was taken off, and her husband was tied outside the door.
His slender fingers lifted her chin. The previously elegant man's indifferent eyebrows were reddened. His fingertips gently touched her lips and complained aggrievedly: "Why didn't you come to me this time?"
She was shocked to realize that Yu Hean's slight trembling was not due to disgust, but because he was unable to hide his excitement despite desperately trying to restrain himself.
Yu He'an took a step closer. She had a bad instinct and wanted to run. There was a click, her wrists were cold, and the iron chains clanked.
"Or did you find out that I killed all those admirers?"
Reading Guide: 1. There are no intimate scenes during the relationship between brother and sister, and there will be two-way feelings after the relationship is dissolved.
2. The male supporting character is not a good person, and the male protagonist is sick.
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Stage 1V1 Pretty Widow * Gentle Brother * Rough Brother
Sang Hua was a famous beauty from all over the country. She picked up a handsome man while washing her clothes. Lang Jun's face was pale. He was seriously injured and lost his memory. He could only remember his name, Shen Yanqing.
She took good care of him and fell in love with him over and over again.
Ana Shen gently held her fingertips: "Mother Hua, let's get married."
She looked at this jade-like face and agreed shyly. After marriage, Shen Yanqing was thoughtful and considerate, playing the piano and the harp in harmony.
Unfortunately, after a few good days, when love was strong, Shen Yanqing died. Sang Hua wore white flowers on her temples and remained a widow for a year in style.
A riot broke out and the army rushed into the village. She fell to the ground. The man in the lion's black armor sat astride his handsome horse and looked at her with his nose. After a while, he turned over and dismounted.
She stood up numbly, her eyes turned red, and she hit him on the chest with a handkerchief: "You lied to me to death. It's been a year, but you are finally willing to come back."
Lang Jun took her aside, glared at her, and said in a cold tone, "I don't know you, get out of here."
She is darker, her body is stronger, and her outline is tougher. Either her dead husband is, or he doesn't recognize her.
She was so angry that she found someone to dig up the grave that night. The coffin was so empty that there was no clothes on it.
She sat on the grave and cried loudly. She also gave him paper money that he had burned for a year.
She was even more convinced that her husband was Shen Yanqing, and she knew very well how he pretended to be dead.
While Lang Jun was still living in the village, she was sweet-mouthed, smiled at him several times, and used some tricks to finally capture him.
Strong arms locked his slender waist, and Lang Jun's eyes darkened: "Mother Hua, who am I? If you call me wrong this time, I will punish you."
The intense kiss made her breathless, "It's Xie Qu... Bastard."
Lang Jun lowered his head and kissed her tears away: "Tomorrow we will worship heaven and earth."
"You still pay homage? You've already paid homage once." She was punished again that night.
Xie Qu refused to admit that it was Shen Yanqing, so she had no choice but to follow him and worship her again.
In front of the wedding hall, a dignified and elegant young man stopped in front of the newlyweds and called gently: "Mother Hua."
Sang Hua lifted her hijab and saw her husband's face again. She looked back and forth at the two similar faces.
"Who the hell are you?"
His hands were grabbed by two people on the left and right, and their faces turned black.
"Shen Yanqing."
"Thank you."
Stage 1v1
Intention: Life still has to be lived lying down
