Quick Transmigration: Sweetheart in My Arms, My Honey-Sweet Beauty!

[Soft, delicate beauty + Doted on by one man alone + Special treatment + Treasured and pampered + Utterly spoiled + No angst] Yang Jiao Jiao was the most captivating peach-like beauty in the world. Her skin was soft, pink, and luminous, her complexion as translucent as if soaked in honey, and her features blended an innate innocence with irresistible allure. Her eyes and brows were gentle and harmless, while every gesture carried a soft, sensual charm she didn’t even realize she had. Her sweet, delicate appearance concealed a beguiling allure. One glance was enough to stir a person’s deepest desires and make them want to pull her into their arms and keep her all to themselves. She was born into an ancient dynasty and had lived as a widow for thirty-eight years. Always calm and well-behaved, she had never entertained a single improper thought, until she accidentally fell into the arms of Liu Chengye, Crown Prince of the Great Qing. This ruthless, cold-blooded heir to the throne had no warmth in him at all. He wielded immense power, had a merciless nature, and seemed to have no weaknesses. Yet the moment he saw her, seventeen years his senior, he became obsessed, craving her until he was addicted. Ignoring public scorn and the constraints of propriety, he forcibly kept the peach-like beauty at his side, possessively confining her and never letting her out of his sight. He lavished her with endless tenderness, making her his alone, his private source of pleasure and comfort. … When the worlds reset, she traveled through countless realms. In every life, she was a soft, fragile beauty with an alluring nature, seemingly innocent and unaware, yet stirring hearts wherever she went. In every life, she encountered a possessive madman whose obsession ran to the bone, a powerful man willing to shatter every boundary for her. A wild hunter kept her close day and night, pampering her in the mountains; A battle-hardened war god started a war for her, then bowed to her with boundless tenderness; Every one of them was a possessive madman, forcibly keeping her as their own. All their burning desire and boundless devotion belonged to her alone.