Rebirth + childhood sweetheart + yandere + sweet pet + mutual redemption
In his previous life, she was admired by all the stars, but she personally forced him into a gloomy and paranoid trapped beast.
Going back to ten years ago, Nan Zhao clutched his diary and wrote the "Gloomy Boy's Rescue Plan" - to make him fat, make him laugh, and protect him.
"Shen Zhaoxun," she put the porcelain plate on the shelf, "Wang Ma said you didn't have breakfast."
He didn't raise his head and said in a muffled voice, "I'm not hungry."
"You have to eat even if you're not hungry." She walked over, squatted beside him, picked up a piece of cake and handed it to his lips, "Open your mouth."
"Princess," he called her, with a long and drawn-out voice that sounded dangerously coquettish, "you've been so good to me lately."
He didn't open his mouth to take the piece of cake. Instead, he leaned forward, the tip of his nose almost touching her fingertips, "It's so good that it scares me."
"What are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid this is a dream." His eyes stared at her for a moment, "I'm afraid that as soon as I close my eyes, you will become the person who will throw away my soup and not allow me to serve it."
Nan Zhao's heart shrank severely.
"It's not a dream."
"Then prove it to me."
"How to prove it?"
Shen Zhaoxun suddenly smiled. The smile was very faint. He held the hand that handed her the cake. His palm was hot but his fingertips were cold.
"Then..." He suddenly came closer, brushing the tip of his nose against the side of her neck, his breath blowing on her collarbone, making her shrink back, "What if I want more?"
Nan Zhao's back was pressed against the flower stand, and rose thorns came up through the fabric.
"... What is more?"
