After Being Offered to the Tyrant, I Raised Hell

[A sweet little treat. Please add to your collection!] Blurb 1 Wen Qitian transmigrates into a book as a disposable pawn offered to the villainous tyrant. Everyone knows that the emperor of Jingnan is cruel and merciless, with countless lives on his hands. Everyone in the know assumes that falling into the tyrant's hands means she'll be skinned alive and torn apart. In fact, that's exactly what happens in the original story. In the imperial bedchamber, Wen Qitian shakes out her numb hand. Calm inside, she puts on a terrified expression and cries, "Waaah, don't come any closer!" If he comes any closer, she'll go so crazy even she will be scared of herself. Nan Le Li, sporting a handprint on his face: "..." He laughs in fury. Fine. Tonight, either he or this brat is going to die. Then an accident happens. After their reckless night together, she runs off without taking responsibility. Realizing his feelings, he searches for her desperately. He corners her against a wall, interlaces his fingers with hers, and kisses the flushed corner of her eye. Tonight, either he or this girl is going to "die." Crying won't help this time. Blurb 2 Recently, everyone in Jingnan has noticed that His Majesty is in a good mood, and his rate of brutality has dropped dramatically. It turns out that the emperor has finally fallen in love, and wherever he goes, a little shadow follows him. The girl is lovely and exquisite, like a fairy who stepped out of a painting. But then the scene takes a sudden turn, and everyone watches as she punches the emperor right in the chest. Everyone's eyes widen in shock: ??? It's over! Does this girl have a death wish? The tyrant is going to slaughter everyone. But... They wait and wait, until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse, until the tyrant has been domestically abused hundreds and thousands of times, getting a big beating every three days and a small one every two, and he still never goes on a killing spree... They fall into deep thought. No wonder His Majesty stayed single for so long. So this is the type of girl he likes. Is this... fighting fire with fire? Wen Qitian: The tyrant's getting violent and wants to kill someone? He probably just needs a good beating. A couple of beatings should fix him. The tyrant, proudly: I just think she's cute. If I hit her, she'll cry for ages, so I won't stoop to fighting with her. Everyone: So you're the one who cries! The tyrant, viciously: Shut up! Blurb 3 Before meeting Wen Qitian, Nan Le Li was an awakened villain in the story. Unwilling to let fate control him, he wreaked havoc, killed countless people, and cared about no one. Later, a girl took over his bedchamber and hit the emperor himself. He couldn't scold her or reprimand her. Whenever he acted even a little harshly, she'd look at him with tearful eyes and whimper. He didn't understand love, so he followed her every whim and coaxed her in everything, all by instinct, just so she would stay by his side. He wished her eyes would hold only him. Then one day, he found a portrait of a man in her room. The man in the picture had smiling eyes and a gentle, refined air that Nan Le Li himself lacked. He also looked strangely familiar. An inexplicable fire spread through Nan Le Li, shattering all reason. That night, he held her captive in his arms, his killing intent palpable. "Who is he?" The man's grip around the girl's waist hurt. She clung to him, boneless and soft, and puffed out her cheeks in displeasure. "That's my older brother." The man froze, then blurted out, "Isn't your older brother me?" Wen Qitian: "?" Maybe it was just her imagination, but in the dim candlelight, the ears of the usually fierce man turned red. "The other day, when you were asleep, you called me your darling brother." The three great misunderstandings of life: She is easy to bully. When she acts cute, it means she likes me. She called me her brother. Wen Qitian: "..." This is bad. I've been beating this man every day and knocked him silly. A sweet, beautiful girl who looks innocent but is actually clever and won't put up with mistreatment X a tyrant emperor who's terrifying to everyone else but adorably fierce with her Reader's guide: The heroine only pretends to be a pitiful little thing. She has the hero completely under her thumb. The heroine has a System golden finger: whoever she hits goes soft, making it easier to deal with the temperamental hero. The tyrant has no harem. He has only one adorable girl, the heroine. A lighthearted sweet treat with a touch of absurdity. I'm terrible at writing blurbs, QAQ. [New story now available] The Fluffy Male Lead I Raised Turned Dark Tao Qiuzhu regrets having such a cursed mouth. She said there was no way she'd transmigrate into a book, then transmigrated into the story as a disposable fairy herb everyone wanted to seize. She said she wouldn't do System missions and would find an immortal sect where she could laze around. Then she found a fluffy little beast, soft and squishy like a black dandelion, so adorable it could kiss ten people to death in one go. Her heart melted, and she decided he was the beast of her dreams. Who knew that the little cutie was actually the male lead, and that she'd completed the mission without even realizing it? She said she'd stay away from the male lead and fake her death. In the blink of an eye, he caught her, and she nearly got a taste of the "I'd give you my life" kind of romance. Tao Qiuzhu points accusingly: Other people's male leads are upstanding and well-adjusted. Mine causes trouble everywhere and even gives me a hard time. The worst part is that I was blind at first and got completely dazzled by that adorable little beast. "Doesn't your waist hurt?" Tao Qiuzhu is cursing under her breath when a fluffy tail suddenly wraps around her. Mo Xuanzheng appears like a persistent ghost, holding her from behind. His gaze burns as he says, "I forgot. You always say the opposite of what you mean." Tao Qiuzhu bursts into tears and shuts up. Fine, fine. She won't say another word. That wretched cursed mouth. What beast of my dreams? It was all a lie. He's clearly the beast in my dreams. Before being reborn, the ancient great demon Mo Xuanzheng destroyed the heavens, the earth, and the very air, only to be struck back into his original form by the Heavenly Dao. When he regains the memories of his previous life, the world has already started over, and there's a woman in his life with whom he is inseparably bound. He is carefully retracting his sharp claws and warming her stomach with his paw pads when the human woman boldly pats his catlike head. "What are you waiting for? Keep pressing." Mo Xuanzheng: "..." With a cold expression, he presses down with one paw again. Theme: Be capable of taking action