You Say You’re Straight, So Why Are We Kissing?

The year Xue Changsong was promoted to general manager of the Asia-Pacific region, Ming Tang, the young master who had once ordered him around, died. A promotion, a fortune, and a dead rival. Anyone would offer congratulations. Only Xue Changsong knew that his heart was breaking. Then he was reborn, one year before he and Ming Tang went their separate ways. · Ming Tang realizes his lackey has gone crazy lately. He won’t do his homework or run errands for him, won’t let him sleep in class, and won’t let him play on his phone. Ming Tang drags Xue Changsong into an empty classroom. “I’m warning you, stop butting into everything, or I, the young master...” Xue Changsong lowers his head and kisses him. The young master covers his mouth, his face turning red. “Xue Changsong, you’re a pervert!” Ming Tang kisses the perverted Xue Changsong every day. He pinches Xue Changsong’s ear and scrunches up his handsome face. “I hate you! I hate you, Xue Changsong, do you hear me?! You turned me into a damn gay man!” · Xue Changsong swears that at first he only wanted Ming Tang to stay in the country and not die. Then he wanted Ming Tang by his side and hoped they could be friends. After that, he got greedy and wanted to be Ming Tang’s boyfriend. Ming Tang refuses, calling him a perverted, disgusting gay man and telling him to get lost. Xue Changsong kisses him with a smile. “You’ve been calling me that for years. How come you still haven’t come up with anything new?” Ming Tang is panting and refuses to admit he likes him, even if it kills him. Yet whenever Xue Changsong leans in, he instinctively lifts his chin to receive a kiss. He talks a tough game, but his lips are soft. Probably a steady, teasing top (?) and a sharp-tongued, tsundere bottom. [Important] It’s still a 1v1, pure-love, first-love sweet treat. The “ex-boyfriend” mentioned at the beginning isn’t really an ex-boyfriend. Next up: The Disgraced Crown Prince Rejects the Harem of Love Interests Crown Prince Liang Xuan was handsome and brilliant, gifted with a rare natural talent. Clever as a child and perceptive as he grew older, he was modest and proper, an exemplary heir to the throne. In short, a future wise ruler. Xiao Xuan sat poised in the Eastern Palace, waiting to ascend the throne, usher in a golden age, and make history with a few heartwarming stories of a ruler and his loyal ministers. Then he discovered he was the improper heartthrob of an equally improper novel, desired by a whole pack of deranged men. By the time he realized what was going on, Xiao Xuan had already been confined to the Eastern Palace for three months. The so-called regents bared their claws at him. Xiao Xuan: “I wanted stories of a ruler and his ministers, not a ruler and his ministers screwing around! Damn heartthrob protagonist! Damn this novel! God, I’ll [beep] your ancestors for eighteen generations, you [beep] [beep] [beep]...” He was done with love, shut his heart away, and decided to let everyone do whatever they wanted. Then his bodyguard Wei Fengshuang barged in with the key and took off his pants. To be fair, Wei Fengshuang was handsome, gentle, quiet, and easily embarrassed. He’d do whatever pose he was told, and had treated Xiao Xuan, his disgraced master, pretty decently. But Xiao Xuan’s whole thing was living off others while acting tough, and he’d never shown Wei Fengshuang any kindness. After being reborn, he swore he’d make all those perverts pay, especially Wei Fengshuang, the only one who’d managed to get what he wanted. · Wei Fengshuang thinks the Crown Prince has been acting strange lately, doing all sorts of things that give the wrong idea: In the morning, he drags Wei Fengshuang under the covers and touches his waist. When Wei Fengshuang tries to pull away, the prince turns it around and blames him: “You made me gay, then abandoned me! You’re so pleased with yourself now that you’ve seen me like this, aren’t you? You cold, heartless man! I’ll never forgive you!” He also keeps asking all kinds of strange questions: “You were laughing and chatting with her just now. What were you talking about?” “If she and I fell in the water, who would you save first?” “You’re not saying anything?” The Crown Prince breaks down. “I knew it! You were only using me for sex!” Wei Fengshuang’s face turns bright red. He’s never slept with the Crown Prince. He’s not worthy. A temperamental, shameless top with a sharp tongue × an endlessly patient, capable homemaker bottom [Reader’s Guide↑] This is part of the author’s “going against the grain” series, a reverse harem-heartthrob story. The top is a devoted 1v1 romantic who rejects all affection except his wife’s, and plans to string up every other admirer and skewer them through. Theme: Building a harmonious home together