Becoming the Comforting Little Baby of a Gloomy Top-Tier Star

Coming soon: My Sickly Little Brat Becomes His Nemesis's Grass Canary

Sickly, spoiled young master on the run, bottom * sharp-tongued, fatherly cool guy, top

The blurb is at the very end

Blurb for this novel

[Clueless, cowardly, timid bottom who doesn't know how to be bad * gloomy, neurotic, cold-faced, seductive top-tier star]

[AB romance]

Ji Xingjian is the top-tier star of the entertainment world.

He has a face handsome enough to outshine every other alpha in show business, along with the immense popularity to match it.

Xin Yi's current job is closely connected to him.

1. Spread dirt on Ji Xingjian from time to time.

2. Seize the right moment to promote a CP between Ji Xingjian and one of his own artists.

Maybe because he was being too awful, Ji Xingjian started appearing in his dreams.

Beneath his sharply defined brows, a pair of icy eyes stared at him intently before he slowly lowered his head.

His hot, chaotic breath brushed across Xin Yi's chest.

Then sharp canine teeth pierced his skin.

Xin Yi was in so much pain that tears nearly fell, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape.

Looking down, he saw that his belly was made of soft, fluffy brushed fabric, and his limbs were short and round.

He was in the body of a little lamb plushie.

He recognized it at a glance: this was Ji Xingjian's little plushie!

Every night from then on, he would turn into Ji Xingjian's little plushie...

The more stressed Ji Xingjian was, the more he needed to let off steam, and every bite he took left the same mark on Xin Yi's body.

That wasn't all.

At night, Ji Xingjian would also ramble on to the little plushie.

He would rehearse lines, discuss scripts, and curse out the haters.

As a result, Xin Yi learned a great many of Ji Xingjian's secrets.

He worked even harder to spread dirt on Ji Xingjian.

Xin Yi couldn't spread dirt on Ji Xingjian one moment, then turn around and talk to him as if nothing had happened.

So whenever work brought them into contact, he did his best to avoid him.

Then one day, Xin Yi heard Ji Xingjian talking to the little plushie again, his face dark and his tone oddly suggestive.

“...That beta named Xin Yi, is he deliberately trying to seduce me?”

Xin Yi's thoughts: ...?!

When filming wrapped, Xin Yi thought this miserable life would finally be over. Instead, through a bizarre twist of fate, he became Ji Xingjian's assistant.

He never expected...

The dirt he'd spread about Ji Xingjian!

The CP he'd promoted for Ji Xingjian!

His transformation into Ji Xingjian's little plushie!

The secrets he'd overheard from Ji Xingjian!

It all came out!

He lost his job!

And for that, he incurred Ji Xingjian's absolutely deranged revenge.

Before long, there wasn't a single patch of unmarked skin left on his body, and he often found himself experiencing sensations too embarrassing to speak of...

Xin Yi had no choice but to go to Ji Xingjian and admit his mistakes, begging for mercy.

Embarrassed, he lifted his shirt to show him.

Ji Xingjian's expression suddenly darkened. In a tone that sounded almost like he was negotiating, he said,

“Next time I need to bite the little plushie to blow off steam, I'll call you beforehand.”

“What do you think?”

Xin Yi had no other choice, so he reluctantly agreed.

But every time Ji Xingjian asked him, “Is this okay?” Xin Yi regretted his decision with all his heart.

Warning: high-intensity content ahead

1. Persistent cold, aloof, antagonistic push-and-pull and dream reversal

2. Imperfect characters

3. Written with total abandon; it will probably turn sweet after enough spice

Blurb for My Sickly Little Brat Becomes His Nemesis's Grass Canary

The day his family went bankrupt, Shu Yiqing knocked on the door of his father's illegitimate son's home.

He shed his usual arrogant manner and pleaded in a weak, pitiful voice.

“...Please, I have nowhere else to go.”

The young man behind the door had stern features and an indifferent expression. His tall, elegant frame completely blocked the doorway.

Shu Yiqing's eyes reddened with desperation. He reached out to hug Qiu Yan's arm and apologized meekly.

“I'm sorry, brother. I never meant to bully you before. I've changed now. I'll accept any punishment you want to give me. I'll do whatever you say.”

“I'll eat just a tiny bit every day, drink just a little water, and spend as little money as possible. I absolutely won't be a burden to you!”

Qiu Yan stared at the face that made him sick and sneered, “My family needs a watchdog.”

To his surprise, Shu Yiqing merely sniffled and smiled, his watery, reddened eyes curving up. “Th-that's fine too. I can learn to bark.”

Shu Yiqing's voice was soft, and his two little woofs were soft too.

Qiu Yan's breathing caught. In the end, he let him inside.

_

But things were nothing like Shu Yiqing had promised.

Shu Yiqing said sleeping on the floor would make him sick, so Qiu Yan had to give him half the bed. Shu Yiqing was allergic to the rough bedding, so Qiu Yan had to replace it with soft silk sheets. Shu Yiqing said he was too cold to sleep at night, so he had to tuck his hands and feet into Qiu Yan's arms to warm them...

Qiu Yan finally lost his patience. “Keep acting up and I'll throw you out to live like a stray dog.”

Shu Yiqing reminded him in a trembling voice, “Brother, why are you so mean to me? I'm your own little brother...”

Qiu Yan sneered inwardly, a rush of sarcasm rising in him, and corrected him. “Half.”

“...Then I still love you. I've always loved you like a real older brother. I want to be with you forever.” Shu Yiqing took the opportunity to tilt his head up and plant several clingy kisses on Qiu Yan's face.

The shameful thought of incest did indeed wash away all of Qiu Yan's anger.

Shu Yiqing was smug with himself.

He was so clever. He'd manipulated that bastard Qiu Yan with ease.

Shu Yiqing endured a great deal.

He put up with a weekly allowance of only fifty yuan, Qiu Yan checking his homework every day, being forbidden to chat with others at school, and being told not to drape his legs over Qiu Yan at night, along with countless other demands.

He even endured Qiu Yan kissing his lips until they were raw.

The fragile single bed was battered until it collapsed, and Shu Yiqing's limbs grew so weak and sore he could barely lift a hand. Even then, he kept enduring.

But when Qiu Yan said he wanted to marry him, Shu Yiqing finally couldn't keep up the act. With his pitiful face wet with tears, he scolded him in a soft voice.

“...Have you no shame? How can you even think of marrying your own little brother?!”

“You're so poor, too. Are you trying to make me spend the rest of my life living in misery with you?!”

No matter how much Shu Yiqing played up his helplessness, those happy days of brotherly affection were gone for good.

Every day, he was forced to take large quantities of drugs of unknown origin. Like a pet Qiu Yan kept confined to the bed, he waited in a daze for Qiu Yan to favor him.

Shu Yiqing was always pressing close to his ear and demanding, “...What kind of little brother acts like this?”

His breaths came in broken gasps, and he begged hoarsely again and again, “Brother, brother, please...”

But Qiu Yan remained unmoved and tormented him even more relentlessly.

Shu Yiqing cried out in despair, “...Husband! Husband! Don't treat me like this!”

Shu Yiqing began to regret his own cleverness, yet couldn't help secretly feeling glad.

He seemed to have found another way to toy with Qiu Yan.

Premise: If you're sick, see a doctor.