New novel "Runaway Love Brain" has started. Next pre-order "Tidal Locking": Pure and seductive, outwardly warm but inwardly cold psychologist x Psychologically disturbed, crazy and cool perfumer. Please add to collection. [25-year-old manga artist, gentle older sister type gong x 19-year-old sweet, sexy puppy band lead singer shou] [Older sister gong] [Healing sweet story] [HE] Not long after returning to Nanguang, Pei Muxi met her former neighbor's younger sister, Xia Tang, from high school. The soft, sticky little kid in her memory had grown into a bright, sexy young woman, drunkenly calling her sister. Pei Muxi thought Xia Tang was still a kid who loved double servings of dessert, so she planned to just be the sister who bought her candy. But Xia Tang always asked her many passionate questions: Looking up at her with reddened eyes, — "What if I want to see you...?" Those sincere, clear eyes only looked at her, clinging to her like a soft kitten lapping water, — "Sister, is kissing really that addictive?" Drunk, her eyes fixed straight ahead, not looking at her at all, — "Sister, should I confess to the person I like?" Pei Muxi couldn't handle such questions. But when she heard that Xia Tang had someone she liked, and that it was a "bad woman who only likes sexy camisoles," Pei Muxi frowned. Yet, hearing the girl's sincere and passionate feelings, she could only ask one thing: "Can you change who you like?" Xia Tang said solemnly, "I can't change. I can't change who I like in this lifetime." — A long time ago, Pei Muxi gave an interview for a manga magazine. The editor asked what her ideal type was. She casually took the magazine from the editor, flipped it open, and pointed at something, not sure if it was a person or a ghost. So, a long time later, Xia Tang seriously flipped through the magazine, her ears turning red, but the question became, "Sister, can you kiss me?" Pei Muxi glanced at the sexy camisole loosely hanging on Xia Tang's fair shoulder, remembered the various camisoles neatly arranged in her wardrobe, and once again emphasized helplessly, "Xia Tang, I really don't like sexy camisoles." But in the end, Pei Muxi realized that kids are the most pure: Ten-year-old Xia Tang saved her allowance to buy her watermelon. Eleven-year-old Xia Tang clumsily gave her the "first snow." Thirteen-year-old Xia Tang took the bus to her university to secretly see her... Nineteen-year-old Xia Tang really, really, really liked her. [No romantic relationship before adulthood, no love line. All love stories happen after nineteen.] Reading Guide: 1. The title andWen An may change before the story starts. 2. The completeWen An was written on 2022/6/10, screenshot saved. 3. Mainly from Pei Muxi's perspective, but flashback segments will be more from Xia Tang's perspective. 4. Not entirely gong-focused; the number of counter-attacks is to be determined. 5. No self-insertion. To ensure a good reading environment, comments mentioning irrelevant people will be deleted. ["Tidal Locking"Wen An as follows] [1] Qi Sui'an is a psychologist. She loves growing flowers and habitually gives a bouquet of snowdrops to new patients, symbolizing courage. When a patient has a panic attack and scratches her earlobe with her nails, she still gently holds the patient and whispers softly. In her colleague's words—even if a mad dog met her, it would melt into a puddle of water under her tenderness. Tong Xianchu is not a mad dog but a mad snake. She keeps a pet snake named after herself, and in her spare time, she holds her own funeral. When someone asks her the purpose of the funeral, she lies in a black-bottomed, red-velvet coffin, her hands crossed peacefully, half-opening her eyes, "Looking for someone." [2] On a certain rainy, seductive night, Qi Sui'an tore off the gauze on her earlobe, leaned against the wall to light a cigarette, and met a woman in a black trench coat. She offered her umbrella to the woman. The woman didn't take it, only looked at the cigarette pack she had thrown into the trash, her black hair soaked, staring at her like a vine winding around a fish. Qi Sui'an handed the umbrella to the other, her smile perfectly curved, "You don't have to return it." The second time they met. The woman was still wearing that tightly belted trench coat, came to her clinic, and used that black long-handled umbrella to hold the door handle. Before Qi Sui'an could react, the woman pushed her into a chair. The woman looked down at her, undid her belt in front of her, straddled her lap, grabbed her fingers, and pressed her soft lips against the wound on her ear, her voice seductive, "Found you, Dr. Qi." [3] Qi Sui'an prided herself on having seen all kinds of people, but she could never see through Tong Xianchu: Tong Xianchu behaved badly, often wearing those knee-high black leather boots, openly hooking her ankle with the toe. She blew smoke in her face, yet cupped her chin to kiss her. Her eyes smiled, but she said she hated her face that smiled at everyone. Her words were always half-true, half-false. Dancing the tango with her, she said with a light laugh that love was a stupid violence. When she had a cold and fever, she opened her sweaty black hair, stubbornly pointed at her heart, and made an absurd request, "You have to say, 'I love you.'" Qi Sui'an struggled in this entanglement thousands of times. But in the end, she willingly lay down in the black-bottomed, red-velvet wooden box, holding Tong Xianchu's shivering back, and asked, "Why did you look for me in the first place?" Tong Xianchu covered her eyes, buried her face in her neck, and took a deep breath, "Some people, at first sight, you know they're kindred spirits."