A short-tempered, arrogant young master top × a soft, sweet little darling bottom
“Husband, carry me, please? My feet are so sore,” Ou Nuo coaxes sweetly, gazing at his husband with shining eyes.
(Modern setting)
“I told you to get in the car, but you wouldn’t. You’ve made me carry you the whole way. You really think I’m that good-natured?” Feng Yaotian grumbles, but his actions say otherwise: he squats down immediately.
“Baby didn’t do anything wrong. Baby just wanted to walk with you. I only asked you to carry me because I got tired.” Ou Nuo pouts, his cheeks soft and round, looking adorable as he obediently climbs onto Feng Yaotian’s back.
“Don’t let it happen again. If you do this next time, I’ll dump you by the side of the road. Whoever wants to pick you up can do it.” Feng Yaotian’s mouth curls into a smile, his words the exact opposite of how happy he feels.
“Don’t be mean to me.” Ou Nuo puts on a fierce little act, his threat unmistakable. He knows his husband’s temper inside out by now, so how could he still be scared?
His husband is always trying to scare him, but after a while you realize it’s all an act. The only real thing is his love for him.
He once said that if Ou Nuo didn’t behave, he’d beat him, yet every day he treats him like a treasure and protects him at all times.
He once said his temper was bad and he shouldn’t be provoked, yet time and again he lowers his standards for Ou Nuo. In the end, Ou Nuo himself becomes the one line he’ll never cross.
Content warnings: Both characters have dual reproductive anatomy. Neither protagonist is perfect. The top is controlling toward the bottom, who has psychological issues and is constantly insecure. They grow through each other’s companionship. In short, they have their share of friction after getting married: one is bold and uninhibited, the other timid and hesitant, so clashes are inevitable. But they usually make up quickly, because this is a sweet romance, and sweetness is the main focus.
I don't know whether I want to write about the love between two people, or whether I want to write about rights. You are so confused that you cannot keep up with the development of things.
It's hard to comment. I've read more than 50 chapters. Whether it's the protagonist or the supporting characters, I feel a sense of anger. I'll run away if I can. Anyway, I've given up on writing.