My sister never calls me brother.

After a series of twists and turns, they taught me how to make chocolate.

Everyone in their club is very unique.

Especially that girl named Lin Nianwei.

Perhaps because he is usually too withdrawn, he always likes to observe others.

I had a vague feeling that Lin Nianwei liked the boy named Zhou Han.

But it seems she didn't say it out loud.

Upon closer reflection, I realized I shouldn't meddle, so I remained silent on the matter.

Afterwards, I took the chocolate and found Du Jun.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, I handed him the chocolate.

This is just a test. If you accept it, it proves the relationship is real; if you don't accept it, it proves the relationship is a deception.

I still remember the casual smile on his face and the indifferent tone with which he spoke—

"Sorry, the confession was just a joke. You know how to be honest and brave, right? It's just a game! It's just a game! Excuse me, I have to go now."

I don't know what Du Jun's mindset was when he confessed his feelings to me.

I will not pursue the matter, complain, or blame.

I only need to know one thing—

My first love was just a game.

Looking at the chocolate in my hand, I wanted to throw it away, but I couldn't bear to.

When I decided to bury this chocolate.

I met someone I truly fell in love with.

He says--

"You look really good without your glasses!"

Extra Chapter: The Noble Body

My name is Lilith King Claudia.

My father's surname is Jin, and he comes from the Manchu ethnic group in China.

When I was a child, my father told me that I was a member of the Eight Banners, specifically the Plain Yellow Banner, and that I was a legitimate member of the imperial family during the Qing Dynasty.

My mother's surname is Claudia. She was a member of a declining aristocratic family in England. According to my mother, members of her family throughout the ages have been active in the economic field.

So in the past, my status and position were very noble.

Now, there are always troublemakers trying to grab Lilith's ahoge (cowlick). If this were a hundred years ago—

These rioters deserve to be beheaded!

Even though I said that, some people still kept messing with my ahoge (cowlick).

I don't know what it did wrong?

All I know is that this single strand of hair attracts hatred.

As for how my father and mother, who live in two countries with different cultures, got together, how exactly did they get together?

I don't know either...hehehe...

However, when I was a child, I would hear my father and mother being affectionate outside the door.

I heard them calling me "Little naughty boy" and "Little sweetheart".

I didn't expect them to like this style.

Therefore, I deduce that my father and mother were probably just birds of a feather.

Don't think I'm deliberately eavesdropping at the door late at night.

I am a proper person!

At the time, I was just thirsty and wanted to drink water.

As I happened to pass by my parents' room, I heard moaning sounds.

This sound, which is both pleasurable and painful...

Who wouldn't be curious?

Aren't you curious?

My curiosity stemmed from a lack of knowledge.

Therefore, I am a decent person.

I wasn't trying to be cute.

Look at my serious expression.

Hey! What's with that expression?!

Lilith is a respectable person!!!

I'm serious!

If you don't believe me, fine.

Everyone knows that Lilith never lies; she's always honest!

So, to put it in the words of an ancient Chinese proverb—

If your body is upright, you have nothing to fear.

I don't want to explain too much.

Because Lilith is just that righteous!

Puff puff puff!

Although I am of mixed race, I look very much like my mother.

Except for his nose and ears, which resemble his father's, he looks just like his mother.

Although I speak fluent Chinese, I can't hide the fact that I look like a foreigner.

Having such an eye-catching appearance is very inconvenient.

It usually causes me a lot of trouble.

Especially when I'm playing pranks, I look too conspicuous.

They are always being discovered.

I was forced to explain.

I have never hated my dazzling blonde hair so much.

In the UK —

My blonde hair makes me feel very loved.

I don't know why, but it seems like everyone likes blonde hair.

Moreover, having blond hair in the UK will save me a lot of trouble in my career.

This is probably an innate wealth.

But now this wealth is preventing me from having fun.

For me, anything that prevents me from having fun is my greatest enemy.

Afterwards, I thought about it carefully and decided to go all the way and cut my hair with a pair of scissors.

Fortunately, my parents stopped them.

My parents can never understand what I'm thinking.

This makes me think they're stupid.

My behavior is very simple and easy to understand; I just want to see a lot of interesting things.

Do my parents think I might have a mental illness?

My God! Lilith is now associated with mental illness...

I have no diseases, including brain diseases.

I simply wanted to change my boring life.

Everything I do revolves around this purpose.

With my ingenious ideas, I can make the ordinary extraordinary.

This will make ordinary daily life more interesting.

I really like pirates, especially the pirate spirit.

They challenge and break rules anytime, anywhere, and will not abide by any outdated rules that restrict their freedom.

My initial dream was to become a pirate, leading a bunch of dim-witted sailors, sailing the Caribbean Sea, and outwitting the British navy.

I found it very interesting and challenging.

The reason I had this idea was that my grandfather always told me stories about pirates.

My maternal grandfather, Claudia the Elder, was a nobleman deeply educated in traditional etiquette.

He lived at Claudia Manor in Northshire, England.

My maternal grandfather received a comprehensive education in the traditional British aristocratic style from birth.

Every word and gesture exudes elegance.

When I was little, I liked to sit on my grandfather's lap and listen to him tell all sorts of stories.

Especially in winter, because that's when...

In my grandfather's study, a warm flame would rise from the old fireplace.

The fiery, leaping flames always made my face glow red.