I Want to Pluck the Stars [The 1980s]

Every book by the author who reported me flopped, and every book of theirs got reported and locked 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

My next book is "The Beauty with Skin Hunger Is Always Coveting Me." Blurb at the end.

My completed novel of the same type, set in the 1970s and about transmigrating into a book: "The Vicious Female Side Character in the Era Novel Is My Wife"

Chen Jing had been called a little punk for over a decade. She finally clawed her way up to become the richest person in Xiaonan, only to drop dead a few days later.

When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the 1980s.

Back then, her family had nothing, and her pockets were emptier than her face.

Her childhood sweetheart, Cen Xing, was tugging on her arm and pleading sweetly:

"A Jing, can I come with you to Yangcheng?"

In her previous life, Chen Jing had left Cen Xing back home.

Two years later, Cen Xing was forced into marriage. Her wife beat and abused her, and within a few years, Cen Xing was dead.

The day after Chen Jing heard that she had died, a letter arrived.

Inside the envelope were a few crumpled banknotes, adding up to thirty-eight yuan and fifty cents.

All of Cen Xing's worldly possessions.

This time, Chen Jing refused to let history repeat itself. She took Cen Xing with her to Yangcheng.

Cen Xing wanted buns, so she bought them for her.

Cen Xing wanted to go to school, so Chen Jing paid for it.

If Cen Xing wanted the stars and the moon, Chen Jing would find a way to pluck them from the sky.

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Cen Xing thought Chen Jing had been acting strangely lately.

When Cen Xing changed clothes in her room, Chen Jing turned her back.

When Cen Xing got hurt, Chen Jing closed her eyes even while helping her bathe.

Did Chen Jing not want them to be the closest people in the world anymore?

That night, in Chen Jing's room.

"A Jing, can you hold me while I sleep tonight?"

Cen Xing stood by the bed with a pillow in her arms. The neckline of her nightdress offered a glimpse of her soft, pale curves.

As expected, Chen Jing sent her right back out of the room.

She stood at the door and put on a show of crying for a while. Soon, she heard the woman call out in a fierce voice:

"Get in here. And don't move around when I hold you."

-

When Cen Xing saw Chen Jing being chatted up by another woman again, she pretended to ask casually, "A Jing, do you like women?"

"...No."

Later, with her legs gone weak, Cen Xing shut Chen Jing out of the room and thought resentfully: As if you don't like women.

You practically devoured me.

Cool and gentle former tycoon x sweet, flirtatious girl who doesn't realize how forward she is

Content warning: Chen Jing has post-traumatic stress disorder, a mental illness. She is not a perfect character.

Updates daily at midnight ^_^ Same-sex marriage is legal in this setting. There are countless good novels out there, so feel free to leave if this one isn't for you. No unsolicited writing advice, personal attacks, or nitpicking under a magnifying glass, please.

"The Beauty with Skin Hunger Is Always Coveting Me":

As soon as You Ling graduated, her family bundled her off to marry Bai Yiqing, the eldest daughter of the influential Bai family.

You Ling thought arranged marriages never made anyone happy, especially when her intended was a famously unattainable beauty in the capital, gorgeous as a celestial maiden but so obsessively clean that no one could get close to her.

But You Ling never expected that on their wedding night, simply touching Bai Yiqing's lower back would make the woman's normally cool, pale face flush crimson. Bai Yiqing melted into her arms, her shoulders trembling as she begged You Ling to come closer.

Bai Yiqing's voice was soft and sultry as she whispered in You Ling's ear:

"I have skin hunger. Now that we're married, it's your responsibility to satisfy my desires."

From then on, on the bed, on the sofa, and in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, You Ling satisfied Bai Yiqing again and again.

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Hoping to climb the Bai family's social ladder, the You family had shoved You Ling into the marriage without a second thought.

Bai Yiqing had always been cold and aloof. You Ling would not only have to put up with her icy wife's temper, but might have to live like a widow for the rest of her life.

But six months passed, and not a single complaint from You Ling appeared on social media.

Instead, one lovestruck post after another kept popping up.

"Flowers from my wife, flown in all the way from Bulgaria~" The photo showed ninety-nine gorgeous Damask roses.

"My wife looked especially beautiful today. She dressed up just for me ^_^" The photo showed Bai Yiqing in a pink strapless dress, gazing at the camera with slightly narrowed eyes. Her icy blue eyes were mesmerizing.

At first, everyone thought You Ling was making it all up to find some joy in her miserable marriage. But her art exhibitions kept coming, one after another, on a grand scale. It was obvious that someone powerful was backing her.

She became famous, a gifted painter known around the world.

After a successful nationwide exhibition tour, You Ling stood under the spotlights, answering questions from reporters.

The beautiful woman smiled as she responded with ease, looking nothing like her formerly unremarkable self.

The interview had gone on for ten minutes when You Ling spotted someone nearby. She smiled apologetically. "Sorry, that's all for today. I have to get home."

Staff escorted her to the underground parking garage. As soon as they left, someone pinned You Ling against a car.

The woman's arm wound around her neck like a soft vine. Her red lips pressed against You Ling's swanlike neck, kissing her gently, while her breath against You Ling's skin came hot and fast.

A sudden bite on her neck, and You Ling heard Bai Yiqing's sweet, syrupy voice.

"You've been a good girl and come home on time, but you smiled so beautifully at someone else today. You still need to be punished. Your punishment is... you don't get to stop, even if you're tired tonight."

You Ling wrapped an arm around her waist and thought to herself: I wonder which one of us will be the one begging to stop when the time comes.

Oblivious and sweet younger painter x cool, self-controlled beauty of a CEO who melts at a touch

Theme: A married couple working hand in hand to build a better life