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

Mei Meili sat up straight on the prince's back, like she'd received an electric shock. She held herself at arms' length from his shoulders so that her chest hovered a few inches off his back.

"I'm sorry," she said stiffly, overcome with embarrassment. "I had no idea that was happening. I won't do it again, I promise."

"It's not a problem," he assured her. "Please continue. It's a sweet agony for me. I just don't want to see you doing the same on any other man's back. Ever. Again. Period."

Her weird upright sitting position was now unbalancing him.

"I can't carry you like that little fox," he said matter-of-factly. "You're too precarious sitting back there like that. Just lean forward again. I promise I won't take advantage of you, quite the opposite in fact, it will be you taking advantage of me."

"No. I definitely can't lean forward now you've said those things," she said, her face still burning with embarrassment.

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