[Amnesiac and clingy little snow leopard x Lotte's smart little miracle doctor]
[Mainly sweet articles, small sadistic and pleasant]
[The male protagonist is sick, weak and sadistic, a little monster in the early stage and a monster king in the later stage]
Just after his eighteenth birthday, he was sent out by his master to train alone.
As a medical practitioner, she spotted the snow lotus on Juling Mountain that only bloomed in winter, and came to the foot of Juling Mountain alone.
On the first day she went up the mountain, she didn't even see the shadow of the snowdrop, but she picked up a little monster.
The little monster huddled up in the white snow, with his silver hair scattered behind his ears, his loose collar revealing a pair of delicate collarbones, and a few snowflakes falling on his thick and curled eyelashes.
Feng Huan immediately froze on the spot and shouted blankly: "Beauty..."
She healed the beauty's wounds and traveled across mountains and rivers to bring him back to the sect, hoping to ask the master to restore his broken demon elixir.
On the way back, the little monster became more docile, clingy, gentle and considerate.
As if she recognized Feng Huan as her master, she followed her closely. As long as Feng Huan raised her hand to touch his soft animal ears and cheeks, her throat would immediately purr with satisfaction.
But who could have expected that the moment Feng Huan took the little monster's hand and walked into the sect, the master would send a message with his spiritual mind: "You bastard! Why don't you let go of that evil hand!"
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Later, Fenhuan returned to Juling Mountain without telling her master, and saw the little monster chasing behind her, with eyes that always smiled like moonshine, standing on the top of the mountain, accepting the worship of all monsters.
When he passed by Fenghuan, the little monster's eyes were full of indifference, as if he had never recognized her.
However, whenever night falls, Feng Huan always feels like there is a warm body curled up next to her without anyone noticing.
Feng Huan looked shocked: "Huh? Don't you recognize me?"
The half-asleep little monster (crossed out) the demon king said in a daze: "Huanhuan, don't move, you're sleepy."
Intention: Love is the silver needle that breaks destiny and the sharp blade that pierces prejudice.
