Entwined to the Bone

[The entire novel costs only 2.59 yuan to read] One-line summary: When you've brought a girl home yourself, you might as well spoil her first. Le Yang has a marquis for an uncle. He brings her to the capital and orders her to be taught etiquette and learning, imposing an exceptionally strict regimen. Le Yang fears her strict uncle as a mouse fears a cat. But gradually, something feels off... He forbids men from getting close to her. Later, when her older brother comes to visit, he even punishes her by making her copy books until late at night. Feeling deeply wronged, she finally stands up to him. He responds by personally teaching her the rules... The blurb writer has collapsed and can no longer go on. In short, this is a story about a big bad wolf devouring a little white rabbit, body and soul. O_o P.S.: 1. Romance-focused. The male and female leads are not related by blood. 2. A cunning, ruthless, and twisted male lead versus a sweet, innocent, and very beautiful female lead. 3. The setting is entirely fictional. Please don't scrutinize the etiquette, clothing, official ranks, and so on too closely. 4. Feel free to leave praise or criticism, and to stay or go. But personal attacks and wanton insults only show your own lack of class, so I'll send them right back to you! My completed historical romances: A Record of Spoiling: The darling I brought home myself can never be spoiled enough. The Hunter's Little Sprite: The little sprite I bought myself can never be spoiled enough. (Transmigrate into a Book) Waking Up to Sweet Treats Every Day: The path to spoiling a wife, extensively revised. Coming soon: My “Corpse” Is So Adorable One-line summary: The zombie I carried home myself, I'll raise it even if I have to cry. The master of Wuliang Temple catches a zombie. His red-gold talisman is ready to go. All he needs to do is press it to the zombie's forehead and it will disintegrate! Smack! Under the red-gold talisman, the zombie's cloudy eyes slowly turn toward the corners of its face. It moves the paper blocking its view aside and speaks very slowly: Wh...at...? This monster has actually cultivated the ability to speak! The temple master looks grave, draws his Tiangang sword, and prepares to fight to the death. As the zombie watches a piece of its flesh get sliced off, its eyes finally turn red: Da...ddy...don't...kill...your...ba...by... The calm, seasoned temple master: ... The zombie anxiously continues explaining: Ba...by...is...good...only...eats...chick...en...doesn't...bite...people... The calm, seasoned temple master, unfazed in the face of danger: ... The zombie pleads earnestly: Da...ddy... The calm, seasoned, well-traveled temple master carries it back to Wuliang Temple. After a young Taoist priest who sometimes sneaks down the mountain to watch American movies identifies the creature, it turns out this thing is a zombie! Theme: