The Fluffy Male Lead I Raised Has Turned Dark

[Updates around 4 p.m. every day. Click to read a sweet story about mutual spoiling.] Tao Qiuzhu regretted running her mouth and saying there was no way she'd transmigrate into a book. Now she'd become a cannon-fodder immortal herb. The hero in the book was a great demon with an ancient bloodline. Before awakening, he was uprooted from place to place as a child. The demon race treated him as an aberration, while humans hunted him down. Against all odds, he turned dark, seized the throne, and crushed the demon world. The System needed Tao Qiuzhu to save the hero. But Tao Qiuzhu was just a blade of grass. How was she supposed to save him? With her life? Defying the System, she hid her identity and lazed around in a small sect, keeping company with a little beast she'd picked up by the roadside. The little beast was black, fluffy, soft, and squishy, and it was as attentive as a little padded jacket, always following her around. The only thing that worried her was its possessiveness: it wouldn't let her touch any other fluffy creatures. She tried reasoning with it, but the little thing would droop its ears and whimper pitifully, "Cheep, cheep~" Tao Qiuzhu's heart quivered at how cute it was. "Hey, don't cheep!" Well, fine. She'd keep it. Worst case, she could... sneak in a few pets. But how did keeping it end with it turning into a man? And a man who had designs on her, at that? Many years later, Tao Qiuzhu lay in his arms, holding her aching lower back and feeling deeply shaken. When had she completed the mission to save the hero? Mo Xuanzheng blushed. "I'm the hero." Tao Qiuzhu glared at him. "Aren't you called Mo Rongrong?" Mo Xuanzheng: "You named me that. And I can hear your thoughts, so stop cursing me. Am I not obedient enough? Or haven't I let you rest?" Tao Qiuzhu: "..." How many days off did this rascal give her in a month? Before he was reborn, the ancient demon Mo Xuanzheng destroyed the heavens, the earth, and even the air, before the Heavenly Dao struck him back into his original form with a single blow. When he regained the memories of his past life, the world had already restarted, and a woman he couldn't live without had appeared in his life. He was keeping his sharp claws tucked away and warming her belly with his paw pads when the human woman arrogantly patted his cat head. "What are you waiting for? Keep kneading." Mo Xuanzheng: "..." He pressed down with another paw, face impassive. A paw press is a stamp of ownership. You're mine now. Reader's guide: A lively, unreliable heroine with reverse-jinxed bad luck and an obsession with fluffy things x a well-behaved kitten in the beginning, who becomes a wicked, rebellious cat later. Romance-focused, with little plot. Cute, lighthearted, and slightly silly. I'm terrible at blurbs. It should be "fluffy," but I like saying "fuzzy" (hides). ----Coming Soon---- Getting My Fox Tail Felt by My Archrival A beautiful fox spirit x a wild, secretly devoted wolf king The fox and wolf clans have always been enemies in the demon world. Hu Miaomiao had heard since childhood that wolves were bloodthirsty and cruel, and that countless foxes had died at their hands. She was timid and never dared leave the fox clan. Unfortunately, the fox clan made its living cultivating seduction arts. Hu Miaomiao had little talent and was falsely accused of seducing her brother-in-law, so she was banished. Unable to survive in the demon world, she had no choice but to go to the human realm, where she picked up a dog and kept it for company. Sadly, after they'd been together for some time, the lifespan of mortal animals caught up with him, and he didn't survive that winter. While Hu Miaomiao was grieving, she met a mortal man. He was tall and handsome, and looked fierce, but he helped her with chores and beat up the bad guys. He was a good man. As they spent more time together, they married. Not long after the wedding, Hu Miaomiao felt a wolf's tail. Jun Zechen was the wolf king. In his previous life, the cunning fox clan had harmed him, and he vowed never to spare a single fox. At the lowest point in his life, a "human" woman picked him up. In the dead of winter, she wore only thin clothes and would rather go hungry herself than let him starve. The king lurking in the darkness curled up his tail. He seemed to have fallen in love. He faked his death, acted like a gentleman, and finally won her over. On their wedding night, he accidentally felt a fox's tail. "..." With a beauty in his arms, he kissed her even more fiercely. Before they fell in love: Jun Zechen sneered, "Not a single fox spirit is any good!" Hu Miaomiao snapped, "Not a single wolf is any good!" After they fell in love: Jun Zechen fretted, "Miaomiao, I was wrong. Please talk to me." Hu Miaomiao clutched her aching waist. "The wolves really are all awful!" Theme: Cherish every fluffy creature.