Obsessive Pampering

[My next novel, Willfully Spoiled, is now updating daily. Please add it to your favorites!] Wang Xin had a tiny mole on the tip of her pert little nose. Against her creamy skin, it made her look absolutely delicious. Ji Mingjue had wanted to kiss and bite her ever since they were children, but he'd never dared. Wang Xin was the most doted-on girl in the compound, a little princess in everyone's eyes. Ji Mingjue, meanwhile, had been known as a gloomy boy from childhood. A five-centimeter scar on his left cheek gave him a menacing air, and nobody dared to mess with him, Wang Xin included. She seemed terribly afraid of him. Every time she saw him, she couldn't help shrinking back. “She'd cry if I kissed her,” Ji Mingjue sneered. He had long since learned to restrain his desires and keep to himself. Until the delicate, doll-like girl came over with a bandage and carefully covered his wound “Don't get it wet.” Wang Xin's long eyelashes glimmered in the sunlight as she trembled slightly and gave him a gentle smile. “It could get infected.” Ji Mingjue clenched his fist, fighting to hold himself back. A moment later, he couldn't resist gripping Wang Xin's chin and kissing her roughly as she looked at him in alarm. “I'm already fucking infected.” He couldn't control himself. The illness he'd caught was named Wang Xin, and it would never be cured. He could only rely on her as his medicine, drawing comfort from her again and again just to barely keep going. #The male lead is a cool, tough guy, fierce and ruthless; the heroine is a soft, sweet girl, adorable and beautiful. #The male lead is insecure at first, and the heroine is the one who pursues him. A super-healing romance. Please add my next sweet romance, Willfully Spoiled, to your favorites! When Wen Li was eighteen, she casually grabbed a man she'd just met and married him. The man told her, “I'm a soldier. I won't divorce you after we get married. Think it over.” She nodded and agreed. Half a month later, Wen Li packed up and left for another country, where she stayed for seven years. After returning home, she went drinking at a bar with her rowdy friends. Just as she was getting carried away, someone suddenly grabbed her slender wrist, which held a champagne flute. Wen Li looked up with tipsy eyes and saw a pair of dark eyes, like fire and icy rivers, fixed on her. In a low voice, he said, “Wen Li, it's time to come home.” Everyone nervously asked the handsome, gloomy-looking man, who seemed dangerous from every angle, “Who are you?” Qin Zhuo calmly pulled a red booklet from his jacket pocket and showed it to everyone. Pointing at Wen Li, he said coldly, “Her and me? We're legally married. Get it?” Everyone: “...” 2 When Qin Zhuo was twenty-three, he met a “crazy” girl. The girl's skin was as white as snow, and her soft hair hung limply. Her whole being carried a desolate, world-weary air. Her name was Wen Li. The first time Wen Li saw Qin Zhuo, she curled her lips and looked at him with captivating, upturned eyes. “Sir, would you like to sleep with me?” The next day, she asked, “Sir, would you like to get married?” Qin Zhuo gave in to the one impulsive, almost mad desire of his otherwise composed life. He also accepted the price: the girl ran away. But at least, in name, she was his now. Seven years later, Qin Zhuo received a “Wen Li itinerary report” from his deputy team leader. Two veins immediately bulged on the back of his hand. A fierce glint flashed in his sharp, hawk-like eyes. Wen Li, you won't get away this time. #A cold, reserved, stern, and possessive male lead x a gloriously unhinged, troublesome rose of a heroine Premise: