An Xiaowei shuddered just thinking about it.
"Girls can totally be with girls, right? Ask any girl—who wouldn’t want a rich lolita to pamper them?" Si’s tone was as cheeky as ever.
"But in your case, forget it," Si added lazily.
An Xiaowei: ?
"Who are you looking down on? I used to be over six feet tall, you know. I was the boss of my construction site," An Xiaowei retorted, itching to poke Si’s head in frustration.
"Boss of the construction site," Si burst out laughing, as if she couldn’t hold it in.
An Xiaowei: …
Well, she’d just been humili—no, more like insulted.
But this girl really did look petite.
There was nothing remotely masculine about her—though it wasn’t too different from playing a cute female character in games. An Xiaowei could handle it. Back when she played as a "moe girl," guys would flirt with her too. Probably the same deal here.
Stepping out of the university campus, An Xiaowei noted Li Jiaojiao’s performance. She definitely had what it took to keep the male lead’s attention.
Most missions were tied to the female lead, and since Yan Chen couldn’t even meet An Wan right now, there wasn’t much progress to be made.
After all, the tasks usually involved things like physical contact or dates.
An Xiaowei could only think: No lewdness allowed~
When she left the restaurant, An Xiaowei covered her face with a mask, shielding herself from the lingering stares.
"Didn’t expect you to be so chaste."
An Xiaowei had long given up arguing with the system. There was no point—after all, how could a robot be "angered to death"?
Before she could even return to the villa, Ning Moqing caught her.
It was practically an on-the-spot arrest.
An Xiaowei had no idea what she’d done wrong. Staring up at the tall, elegant beauty in a floral dress fluttering in the wind, she—a tiny, soft creature—shrank into the corner, trembling.
"What do you want? I’m warning you, if you come any closer, something terrible will happen!"
Ning Moqing frowned but wasn’t in the mood for jokes.
"Wanwan told me you’re dating someone. She asked me to bring you to my place. This way, I can also supervise your thesis writing."
An Xiaowei coughed hard.
"Dating? Who?" She was utterly baffled.
She had a girlfriend? Where? Where?
Ning Moqing stayed silent for a moment, then pulled up An Xiaowei’s social media. The latest post read:
"Day one without him… missing him."
An Xiaowei: …
Wasn’t that just a post she made after her hands got tired from washing bedsheets?
Ugh, she just wanted to go back to normal. How did it turn into…
Self-pollination?
"No way. I don’t like living with girls," An Xiaowei protested.
"Then… how about a lollipop?" Ning Moqing wasn’t sure how to coax her—well, technically a girl.
An Xiaowei: ?
A single candy as a bribe?
She really felt like laughing.
"Make it ten."
"Big sis, what are you saying? I love living with girls!" An Xiaowei’s anger instantly melted into a sweet smile as she eagerly pulled open the car door and climbed in.
Ning Moqing: …
"I’m already in my twenties—hardly a ‘girl’ anymore," Ning Moqing murmured, rubbing her temples. After saying this, she turned to pack An Xiaowei’s clothes from the villa.
There weren’t many, so it didn’t take long.
When she returned to the car with the clothes, An Xiaowei was already asleep, phone clutched in her arms.
The girl’s delicate neck and collarbone were exposed, pale as snow. Ning Moqing’s fingers unconsciously brushed over the collarbone, lightly tracing it, raising goosebumps in their wake.
Snapping back to reality, she quickly shut the car door and took the driver’s seat.
No. That matter was still too difficult for her. But how had things even come to this?
Ning Moqing had a headache.
Should she blame An Wan for meddling, or herself for being so unsettled?
After bringing An Xiaowei home, Ning Moqing made sure to buy her a bag of candy.
"Thank you, sis!" Her voice was bright and sweet.
"Don’t call just anyone ‘sis’ so casually," Ning Moqing said, her face warming slightly.
That "sis" had gone straight to her heart—sweet as honey.
"Huh?" An Xiaowei blinked.
She didn’t get it. She’d always called Ning Moqing that.
Was there something wrong?
Before An Xiaowei could process it, Ning Moqing glanced at a closed door nearby and looked away.
"That room is being borrowed by a friend’s relative. Don’t provoke her. I won’t always be home, but you still need to work on your thesis. Finish it early, get your advisor’s approval, and you can start job hunting." She gently ruffled An Xiaowei’s hair, her heart softening at the girl’s innocent gaze.
She was just too adorable.
As soon as Ning Moqing finished speaking, the door inside creaked open. A woman in a white T-shirt stepped out, her alluring eyes lighting up when they landed on An Xiaowei.
"So this is the little sister of that big celebrity? Hi, I’m Xu Ya." She extended a hand with a soft smile.
Her features were striking—even without makeup, there was a seductive edge to her, something faintly dangerous.
But An Xiaowei wasn’t the type to be scared of girls. She reached out too.
"Hi, I’m An Xiaowei."
Xu Ya’s eyes gleamed with interest at the sight of the girl’s fair, delicate hand—but before she could touch it, Ning Moqing smacked it away.
"She’s staying here for a while. Keep your thoughts to yourself."
Her tone was firm.
This was exactly why she hadn’t wanted An Xiaowei staying with her in the first place.
Xu Ya was gay—and very experienced. She had a thing for petite, soft-spoken girls and had broken more than a few hearts. An Xiaowei’s looks were exactly her type.
An Xiaowei tilted her head in confusion. Thoughts? What thoughts?
Before she could figure it out, Xu Ya pouted.
"Fine, fine, got it. I’m heading back—exhausted. Been busy all night." She stretched lazily.
Still… a crying, soft little mochi of a girl was so tantalizing.
But those others were just ordinary. This celebrity’s little sister, though—there was something different about her. Xu Ya couldn’t quite place it.
But if they could spend a night together… wouldn’t that be…
Fun?
She’d treat this girl so well.
Xu Ya smirked, a dangerous glint in her eyes, before shutting the door with a snap.
Only after she was gone did Ning Moqing relax, patting An Xiaowei’s head.
"You’ll listen to your sis, won’t you?"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
