"1v1 sweet romance + transmigrate into a book + powerful man bows to love + intense chemistry and possessiveness"
Soft, timid little bundle x obsessive prince
Transmigrated female soldier x the crown prince’s beloved
Song Zhaozhao transmigrates into a book and becomes a doomed character who dies of depression.
Her father doesn’t love her, and her childhood sweetheart betrays her. Just after she binds herself to a spiritual spring and is taken in and protected by her maternal family, she comes across the fourth prince, Xiao Rubi, who has been poisoned, ambushed, and knocked into a river, on the brink of death.
One emergency mouth-to-mouth resuscitation leaves the sinister, violent prince clinging to her for dear life.
He breaks into her bedroom in the dead of night. His long-fingered hand grips her wrist bone tightly as he pins her hard against a corridor pillar, trapping her there. He leans over her, his voice cold and menacing: “You kissed me. For the rest of your life, you can only belong to me. Don’t even think about running away.”
When he sees her laughing and chatting with someone else, jealousy surges through him and he bends down to kiss her by force.
After she slaps him, he doesn’t get angry. Instead, he grabs her hand and presses it to his chest, chuckling softly. “Well done, Zhaozhao. Keep hitting me. The harder you hit, the more excited I get.”
Whenever jealousy gets the better of him, he clamps her tightly in his arms from behind, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His voice is hoarse, obsessive, and nearly crazed: “You’re mine. You can only be mine. If anyone dares covet you, I’ll destroy them.”
Late at night, stripped of all his sharp edges, he crouches humbly before her, the corners of his eyes red, his voice so soft it trembles. “Zhaozhao, could you like me just a little? Just a little is enough.”
At the marquis’s residence, Song Zhaozhao accidentally discovers her cousin Zheng Qiwu’s secret.
This gentle, dignified young lady of the marquis’s household is actually a female medical orderly who transmigrated from the Long March ten years ago.
Facing each other in the dead of night, Zheng Qiwu asks softly, “We’ve come such a long way. Did we drive the Japanese devils away?”
Song Zhaozhao’s nose stings. “We did. Don’t worry!”
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Good looking baby, keep up the good work [blowing kisses]