Apocalypse: My Husband Is Terrifying

After transmigrating, Qiao Ke had only one thought: survive. But the damn heavens said, "Because you left a negative review of over 5,000 words, your task isn't to survive. It's three words: make Mo Ran fall for you." Qiao Ke tilted her head back, sniffed, and raised her middle finger at the sky. The man behind her suddenly wrapped an arm around her and nervously sniffed the faint fragrance at her neck, again and again, his breath brushing the back of her neck. Qiao Ke stiffened and didn't dare turn around. Trembling, she said, "Mo Ran, I was wrong." The man stood up and turned her around, then ran his fingers through her hair. Her black hair slipped between his fingers and fell over her slender waist. Drawing out his words, he spoke with a strange, deeply suggestive air. "Good girl, sweetheart. Tell me, what did you do wrong?" "Everything. I won't be so vulgar again, and I won't raise my middle finger anymore. From now on, I'll be a good, obedient wife and mother, supporting my husband and raising our children." "Heh. Silly girl." Heh, my ass. Heh, your grandpa. You're the silly one. I regret it now. I never should have let my guard down and gotten on your pirate ship all those years ago. Now look at me, I can't get off. Qiao Ke wanted to cry herself to death. Only when she heard him say, "Qiao Qiao, I love you. Don't leave me," did a brilliant smile finally appear on her face. A brash, down-to-earth heroine vs. an aloof, twisted hero. Theme: