Cutest Kitty

Su Nanzhi was born with a heart condition and was once told she wouldn't live past 18.
But she survived, and with her extraordinary eyes, her heart was trained to remain untroubled. The first time she saw Jiang Beiyu, she heard a song beating "thump thump" in her chest.
He was so handsome.
Su Nanzhi fit the image of a delicate beauty all too well, and she happened to have been nurtured in a rural village for over a decade. Her uncles, brothers, and sisters in the family looked at her as though she were a performing monkey.
That is, until this performing monkey shed all her covert coats...
Theater 1:
Owing to Su Nanzhi's heart condition, her classmates were always afraid to say anything too stimulating, even speaking to her in soft, gentle tones. Later, at dawn, a few classmates who loved horror films bumped into Su Nanzhi at a midnight showing in a movie theater.
Classmate: “…”
Is the tolerance for heart disease this high now?
Su Nanzhi: Will you listen to my explanation?
You might not believe it, but the ghosts in the movies aren't as scary as the ones she saw when she first started out.
Theater 2:
The handsome and distinguished young man read Su Nanzhi's old journals and found out how she had drooled over her own face for more than just a day or two.
He frowned as if he had encountered a problem trickier than Goldbach's Conjecture and finally couldn't help but ask her:
“Are you sure you're just into my face?”
“My body is pretty good too, do you want to check it out?”

The Fragile Beauty Can See the Ghost

Su Nanzhi wholeheartedly gave a positive review to Baidu, then tossed aside her phone, turned off the light, and snuggled into her boyfriend's arms.


The only downside to the dormitory bed was that it was too small; the two of them lying there felt inexplicably cramped. Of course, this was not really a big issue, because Nanzhi liked to sleep embraced.


Had it not been for Jiang Xiaoyu insisting it wasn't appropriate, she probably would have shed their clothes and slept skin to skin.


But now, Jiang Yu's hand rested against Nanzhi's cheek, transferring a coolness in threads and strands. Nanzhi nuzzled forward, and the chilly fingers slipped down her neck with this motion.


Startled, Jiang Yu wanted to pull back, but Nanzhi held him in place, her voice lazily coquettish, "Boyfriend, I'm hot."


His stillness meant neither extending further nor retreating, as upright as if next to him was not a lover but a log.


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