Kiss the Little Demon Bride

The year they met, he was sixteen, the puppet young master of a powerful family. She was six, a longtime resident of an orphanage. With a handful of candy and a mix of coaxing and persuasion, he became her guardian in name. From then on, whether it was a blade mountain, a sea of fire, corporate battles, or gunfights, she was sure to barge in, all in the name of “being dependent on him.” The year he finally laid his cards on the table, he was thirty, a cunning power broker from a wealthy family. She was twenty, and the little girl he had raised had grown up. Lifting her chin, she spoke to him in his own tone and manner: “Ye Han, just admit it. You raised me all these years. Do you really have the heart to let me marry someone else?” He raised his hands in surrender. “Why let the good water flow into someone else's field?”