[Main story complete, bonus chapters released occasionally]
After transmigrating into a badly written, unfinished novel by his own mother, Lin Xu's mission changed from just staying alive to reforming the villain, Shen Yan.
His mother had assured him confidently: "You're playing the male lead in a story about a destined hero!"
But from the start, the villain grabbed him by the throat and threw him out of the house. His affection rating was -100.
Lin Xu: What happened to the destined-hero male lead role? Where's my protagonist halo?!
Lin Xu had been thoroughly set up by his own mother. Being forced to pursue the villain was bad enough, but why did she later throw him into the big villain's eighteen-year-old self?
He saw the boy sitting alone in a corner, with no friends and no family.
Wait, why did he seem kind of pitiful?
"Lin Xu, could you hurry up a little?"
Wait, why was the big villain talking so strangely?
"Huh? Hurry up with what?"
Hurry up and save me...
Faced with the gloomy, withdrawn, unloved boy Shen Yan, Lin Xu decided to become a warm, gentle ray of sunshine.
Later, that ray of sunshine was thoroughly devoured...
"Lin Xu," Shen Yan said, holding him in his arms with his chin resting on the crown of Lin Xu's head. His voice was aggrieved and dangerous. "I used to ask you to hurry up, but you were so slow. Why are you running faster than anyone now?"
Lin Xu: It's not like I want to, but I still have to protect my butt ಥ⌣ಥ
Coming soon: What's Wrong Now, My Lady?
[Gruff, fatherly bodyguard seme x haughty, sharp-tongued beauty uke]
Shen Zhaoyang, former special forces soldier and now a walking hormone bomb in the security business, can bend steel bars with his bare hands. Yet he takes on a perilous assignment: serving as the 24-hour personal bodyguard to Xie Qingyue, the pampered young master of the Xie family.
Xie Qingyue is tall and long-legged, always impeccably dressed in a suit. His beautiful face could captivate the world, but his words could poison everything within a ten-mile radius.
Fussy, picky, hard to please: he's the very picture of a "princess," a little tyrant!
The princess has plenty of rules:
"Stay two meters away. Don't breathe in my direction."
"You dared to swap my red wine for mineral water? I'm docking your pay!"
"Give me your hand. Help me up... Who said you could read into it?"
Shen Zhaoyang coolly jots down a note: Difficult. Charge extra.
Later, the little tyrant is still a little tyrant, but suddenly changes his tune.
When it rains, Xie Qingyue clatters over in his limited-edition leather shoes and squeezes under Shen Zhaoyang's umbrella, looking disgusted. "Your umbrella's so small, my whole shoulder got wet."
Shen Zhaoyang silently tilts the umbrella farther toward him, thinking: Such a princess.
Then he hears the man add under his breath, "I'll reimburse you double for the umbrella when we get back."
On a night run, Xie Qingyue pants even harder than he does, cursing between breaths. "I... can't run anymore... Just because your legs are long, you think you're so great?"
Shen Zhaoyang slows down, his hands clasped behind his back, and scoffs inwardly: Useless.
The next second, cool fingers hook around his wrist. "Give me a hand. I'll pay you triple for overtime."
Until one day, Xie Qingyue comes down with a fever of 39 degrees Celsius and curls up in Shen Zhaoyang's jacket, the tip of his nose bright red.
Shen Zhaoyang goes to pour some water, then turns around and catches him secretly hiding his pills in his palm.
His expression darkens. "Take them out."
Xie Qingyue's lashes flutter, his voice hoarse and sticky. "They're bitter."
Shen Zhaoyang's brow twitches. "Your Highness, how old are you this year?"
Bonus scene
Shen Zhaoyang squats down with a first-aid kit and reluctantly bandages the "princess." "You need a bandage for a paper cut?"
"Mind your own business!"
Xie Qingyue: Shen Zhaoyang, if I keep acting like this around you, will you think I'm hard to deal with?
Shen Zhaoyang: Hmm? Aren't you just being cute?
Theme: My fate is mine to decide, not heaven's
