Can I Call You My Husband?

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In the twenty-four years Qiu Ling has been single, whenever someone confesses to her, she turns them down with the same words: "Sorry, you're not my type."

Qiu Ling isn't lying. She has a very specific ideal type: a handsome mixed-race guy with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, strong features, and light-colored eyes. Preferably 190 centimeters tall, with loads of sex appeal.

By chance, Qiu Ling finds an online creator who perfectly matches every one of her tastes. There's just one small drawback: he loves making Western food, while Qiu Ling only cares for hot pot, barbecue, and malatang.

But never mind. With a handsome face like that, nothing else matters.

Knowing she's just one anonymous fan among many, she lets loose online, starting every direct message with "Hubby."

But when Qiu Ling sees Xie Rui bring her a plate of bright green salad in person, she can't help looking troubled.

Xie Rui: "You don't like it?"

Qiu Ling hesitates, then shakes her head. "...Not really."

Xie Rui narrows his eyes. His well-defined, muscular arm rests on the table as he leans toward Qiu Ling. "Then who was it that kept sending me messages saying, 'Hubby, the food you made today looks so delicious'?"

Qiu Ling blinks her pretty eyes and says nothing, feeling guilty.

"It's fine."

Xie Rui raises an eyebrow magnanimously, takes his watch off in no hurry and tosses it aside, then gently lifts Qiu Ling's chin with one finger. Leaning close, he lowers his voice with a teasing smile.

"Then let's have something else."

* 1v1, SC

* Radiant, sweet-on-the-outside-but-sly-on-the-inside heroine x scheming mixed-race heir

* 165 cm x 192 cm, height difference, wolf-and-rabbit romance

Theme: Be brave and go after what you want.