Little Cutie

[My new novel, Do I Look Like a Rich Wife? is now underway. Please add it to your collections!]

The young master of the Yuan family was brilliant, gentle, and refined, standing out among all the children of the compound.

The only thing people regretted was that he had been born frail and couldn't do strenuous exercise.

Only Bai Qiong, who lived with the Yuan family, knew how heavily he had been breathing when he kissed her with his cool, thin lips after picking up a stick and taking on ten men at once to save her.

*

Much later, Bai Qiong pressed a hand to the man's chest and weakly protested, "You can't do strenuous exercise..."

Yuan Xiu smiled, turned her around, and kissed her ear from behind.

"There's something even more strenuous. Want to try?"

[Reading notes]

1. The male lead will recover and be able to do strenuous exercise!

2. A campus romance with both leads secretly in love. Super sweet.

3. The "beauty" is the male lead!

Recommended novels by my favorite authors:

Ongoing entertainment-industry novel: The Male God Has Two Faces by Tong Rong

A super exciting upcoming novel: You're Like Poison, You're Like an Addiction by Jian Tu

My completed novels:

Don't Get in the Way of My Fortune: Impulsive influencer x rich young master

Afraid You'll Spoil Me Rotten [Entertainment Industry]: Glamorous screenwriter x aloof professor

A Soft-Hearted Girl Like Me: Cutesy girl x tech tycoon

My sweet and satisfying neighboring novel, Little Pleasures, is looking for readers to add it to their lists!

The first time they met, the KTV was filled with languid singing and flickering lights.

Mu Huaipeng entered the room surrounded by admirers.

As a famous director struck up a conversation,

he raised a hand to undo his cuff and glanced sideways at the man.

His long brows arched toward his temples, his expression casually wild:

"Who are you?"

--He publicly humiliated the guy. What an arrogant jerk.

That was what Sheng Qin thought.

She immediately slipped behind the others and hid far away.

Later, at his villa, the autumn lake shimmered.

He wore a pale moon-white shirt with a beige knit sweater draped over his shoulders,

looking every bit the old-fashioned young gentleman.

Yet he held the finger she'd scraped on a crab shell in his mouth, kissing it as he coaxed her:

"There, there. I'll peel some for you to eat."

*

His buddies teased him with a lewd laugh.

"I finally understand what it means to lower yourself just to make a beauty smile."

"You don't know a thing. Our Fourth Master Mu is just playing little games with her."

Mu Huaipeng: In the dead of night, with no one around, she clings to my waist, crying and calling my name.

--Now that's the kind of little game I like.

Sheng Qin: I didn't! I never did! Shut up!

A hedonistic rich boy from a prestigious compound x the girl who keeps him in line

Reading notes:

1. Inspired by real people, with melodrama and no shame.

2. Sweet and satisfying.

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