ShuiShu

Meili is a once-in-a-generation beauty raised in secrecy in the inner courtyards. To keep her safe from the palace concubine selections, her family conspires to make everyone, including her, believe that she's ugly. The secret's revealed when 3 peeping Tom’s get more than they bargained for spying on the 'ugly sister' bathing.
The perverts are best friends, a young commander, the second prince, and an admired poet, and the 3 young men compete fiercely for her affections. As Meili emerges from 16 years in seclusion, her deeply rooted body dysmorphia has hilarious consequences as she misreads her interactions with men and proves to be a far more complex puzzle to woo than any of them are equipped for.
A cdrama romcom where a young girl is a glittering prize trying her hardest not to be won.
[#teen #lovequadrangle #historicalromance #romcom #cdrama #sweetromance] 
EXTRACT: Meili slipped out of her robe and sat on a ledge in the warm pool. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, tiny silver bells tinkled as she moved.
It felt wonderful to be free of her chest binding. It was starting to get quite painful. She didn't dare stop wearing it in case it encouraged her already disconcertingly large breasts to keep expanding.
It was onto this scene that the Commander, the Prince and the poet happened, as they soundlessly raised their heads above the peaked roofline. For a full minute not one of them moved or breathed.
Her long hair covered her generous curves, allowing tantalising glimpses. She reached behind her neck to push back her hair.
Commander Bai, realising what was about to happen, clamped each of his hands firmly over the eyes of the Prince and Tan Bowen. A fight broke out on the ridge-line as the men clawed and scratched in a panicked attempt to see what came next.
Meili looked up in fright, just as the commander forcefully pushed his two friends, sliding them down the steep rooftop.
For just a split second, the eyes of Commander Bai and Meili met.

Sharing a Pavilion With You

"We won't be able to light a fire," said the prince. "Everything is too wet."

"Your highness, your face has been grazed by a branch," said Meili. "Sit down and let me treat it."

The prince slid down and sat beside the stele.

Meili fetched some packed snow. She knelt down beside him and pulled a handkerchief from her decolletage. It was wet through so there was no need to dampen it, but its hiding place on her body was not lost on the prince, and he reddened as she gently wiped his face with it.

She wondered why he was embarrassed. Was it because she was so close to him? Well, it couldn't be helped. She must clean the wound and she needed to be able to see it.

She leant in closely and applied the handkerchief, now stuffed with ice, to the graze, cleaning and soothing it. He stared closely at her face, surrounded by a fur-lined hood, mere inches from his.

Sleeping Arrangements