After the Neighbor's Child Came Down with Flower-Spewing Syndrome

After I transmigrated into a book and then came back, I brought a magical flower seed with me.

I grew it in a cup, and the son of the new neighbor next door gulped it down in one go.

I told him, "If you want to stay alive, say you like me."

He looked horrified. "Aaaah, Mom! There's a pervert here!"

When he screamed that day, he probably never imagined that one day he'd cling to my waist, clucking "Big brother, big brother" like a hen, then ask in a clingy, mushy voice whether I would have liked him even without that flower seed.

Of course, I never imagined that day either.

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A short, sweet story. Ten-year age gap. Younger, silly, sweet, clingy top x older, gentle, indulgent homebody bottom. The bottom spoils the top.

My completed story, A Perfect Guide to Treating a Tragic Beauty, is in my author page.

Coming soon: Spiritual Compatibility

Serializing: Why Has the Nonhuman Villain Fallen for Me Again? Please add it to your collection!

Theme: The truth, goodness, and beauty of humanity