Quick Transmigration: A Plan to Win Over and Collect Darkened Male Leads

Mo Niannian bears the burden of lowering the male leads' malice and saving three thousand small worlds. She thought it would be a simple, quiet routine of raising geese. Who could have guessed her goslings would grow more and more crooked? Dear, all I want is to quietly get my missions done.

Jiang Hu had spent too long in hell. He waited in silence for the moment he would rot into mud. Then someone barged in, bringing a gentle breeze and warm sunlight, and returned him to the world of the living.

I could have endured the darkness, if I had never seen the sun.

A beautiful, soft-spoken boy: “You're all I have, big sister. Don't leave me.”

An irritable, heat-sensitive marshal: “Niannian, you smell so good. Let me take a sniff.”

A timid, lowly slave: “I swear to protect you, Miss, even if I'm only your slave.”

A down-and-out former esports superstar: “You are my glory.”

A sickly, ruthless young master: “Wife, I'm hurting. Please look only at me, okay?”

A mad, brooding vengeful ghost: “Niannian, hell is so cold. Come keep me company.”