My Mortal Enemy Became My Little Doll

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Lu Xu: I got 2.33 yuan from your full-series purchase, so I bought you a matching suit.

Little Si Mian: Oh~ That's wonderful! I have new underwear to wear~ Thanks, everyone, for supporting the official release!

A charity auction brought Lu Xu face-to-face with his longtime nemesis, Si Mian.

They exchanged a look and immediately felt irritated by each other.

At the auction, neither of them would back down. They competed in secret, each determined to beat the other.

Then Si Mian had an unexpected accident and mutated into a "living doll." Now tiny and suffering from amnesia, Si Mian tried every trick in the book, acting cute and clingy to persuade Lu Xu to take him in. What a shameless guy.

Lu Xu gave a cold snort. "You think I'm going to take you in?"

Little Si Mian blinked his big eyes and shyly called out, "Master!"

Lu Xu: "?"

Lu Xu deeply regretted taking Si Mian in, especially when he had to buy him clothes, a mansion, and all sorts of other things. He regretted it immensely.

Little Si Mian cupped his face in his hands and beamed. "Lu Xu, Lu Xu, Lu Xu~"

Lu Xu: "..."

Lu Xu clicked open a shopping app, suppressing a full-body shudder, then closed it again.

Why was he buying underwear for his nemesis?!

Then he glanced over and saw the little doll's short legs trembling as he climbed down from the sofa.

Lu Xu was at the end of his rope. "I made you a balloon aircraft. Go play with it and stop bothering me while I work."

Hugging the balloon aircraft, Si Mian drifted off to sleep. "Lu Xu, don't be sad. I'll keep you company."

Lu Xu: "..."

So annoying.

It was only a big mansion, after all. Buy it.

The latest sports car? Buy it.

Customizing the car? Do it.

Just as Lu Xu began to feel an indescribable sense of satisfaction, his nemesis recovered his memories.

Lu Xu looked at the new formal outfit he'd just ordered on his phone. "Heh."

Lu Xu (cool, reserved top) x Si Mian (arrogant and sharp-tongued before losing his memory, clingy and cute afterward, bottom)

[Ding!]

*A short story of around 150,000 characters. A sweet, whimsical fairytale with no angst.

*Dual perspectives. Mostly the top's perspective early on, then both perspectives in the middle and later. The pairing never switches.

*The full story is already written, so feel free to start reading.

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Chun Mu'er grew up surrounded by cheap rouge and face powder, exposed to nothing but the tricks of swaying hips, posing hands, and coquettish smiles.

That was all he knew how to do, too.

When he was fourteen, a beautiful young male courtesan at the establishment handed him a bundle and told him to run. In a daze, he fled, dodging pursuers along the way, but he couldn't shake the establishment's thugs. Just when he was about to lose hope, he came across a wedding procession.

He thought he'd been saved, but the matchmaker dragged him into the bridal sedan chair.

"The groom's new husband ran away, so you'll take his place!"

Lying in the sedan chair, Chun Mu'er was utterly despairing. He had let down the beautiful young courtesan who had put his hopes in him. He had escaped one abyss only to be thrown into another. His life had never been easy.

When a stern, fierce man lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, Chun Mu'er thought he was about to be punched to death.

To stay alive, he stopped posing his fingers delicately, squared his hips, and tried walking with his toes pointed outward. He'd heard that the husband next door was as fierce as a tiger, so he copied what he'd seen, often planting his hands on his hips and glaring.

He thought he was doing a good job. Little did he know that even when he stood with his hands on his hips and scolded people, he still looked utterly coquettish.

Somehow, word got around that he was a male courtesan, and the husband he'd replaced came back. Looking at his blacksmith husband's stony face and rock-hard fists, Chun Mu'er thought, I'm going to die.

Everyone watching thought so too, and they were ready to see the male courtesan beaten to death.

But the people who spread the rumor and the husband who had fled thousands of miles were the ones who got beaten.

The usually expressionless blacksmith held his new husband and gently coaxed him. "Good husband, don't cry. Let's go home and eat. I'll make your favorite braised pork today."

The blacksmith couple lived a happy life, though their home lacked the laughter of children. Others said Chun Mu'er had come from a filthy place, so who knew if he could even have children?

Only Chun Mu'er knew he'd been drugged, and would likely never have children in this lifetime.

To keep the Zhao family from losing its line, he went to the matchmaker and said he wanted to find a concubine for the blacksmith.

He thought the blacksmith would be pleased, but the blacksmith merely pulled the bed curtains shut with a cold expression and made him practice day after day. He hammered iron by day and pounded away in bed by night.

After three years of this, he finally became pregnant with their first child.

As long as he went deep enough, hit the right spot, and used enough force, that stupid drug wouldn't work.

Theme: Protecting childhood