After I Transmigrated into a Book, I Won Over the Sickly Villain

Lan Yue gazed at the original owner's peerless beauty in the bronze mirror. The red mole on her wrist suddenly burned: it was a spiritual spring space that could speed up time!

One day outside was a hundred days inside. The garden was full of immortal herbs for the taking, and martial arts secrets were everywhere.

When the sinister young man kicked open the bridal chamber with a bloodied sword in hand, the bride, who should have fainted in terror, smiled and offered him an antidote. "The cold poison flares up painfully, doesn't it?" Zang Yu narrowed his crimson eyes. This woman knew his greatest secret.

Later, rumors spread through the martial world that the coldhearted master of the Hidden Sword Pavilion held his wife in his arms, his eyes rimmed with red as he bit her earlobe. "You promised to treat me for the rest of my life." Lan Yue stroked her pregnant belly and laughed softly. She had already trained the lovesick villain to be a loyal puppy.