Before meeting Wen Qitian, Nan Leli was the awakened villain of the novel. Unwilling to have his fate controlled, he acted recklessly, killed without restraint, and looked down on everyone.
But later, a young lady occupied his bedchamber and hit him, the emperor himself. He couldn’t scold her or criticize her. If he was even a little fierce, she would look at him with teary, reddened eyes and start sobbing.
He didn’t understand what love was. Acting on instinct, he went along with her in everything, coaxing her, just so she would stay by his side, wishing he was the only one in her eyes.
Until one day, he found a portrait of a man in her room. The man in the painting had a gentle smile in his eyes, a refined grace that he lacked, and he also looked a bit familiar.
An unknown fire spread through his heart, shattering all reason. That night, he trapped her in his arms, his killing intent palpable. “Who is he?”
The young lady’s waist ached from his grip. She clung to him like a boneless vine and puffed up her cheeks in displeasure. “That’s my older brother.”
The man froze, a sentence slipping out of his mouth, “Aren’t I your older brother?”
Wen Qitian: “?”
Perhaps it was a trick of the dim candlelight, but the ears of the usually fierce man were tinged with a blush. “That day, in your sleep, you called me ‘darling brother.'”
Life’s three great misunderstandings:
She’s easy to bully.
Her coquettishness means she likes me.
She calls me ‘brother.’
Wen Qitian: “…” It’s over. Beating him every day has made him stupid.
A seemingly innocent but unyielding beauty X A tyrannical emperor who is fierce to outsiders but adorably fierce to his love
Reading Guide:
The female lead’s pitiful act is all for show; she has the male lead wrapped around her little finger.
The female lead has a system as her golden finger: whoever she hits goes limp, making it convenient to handle the tyrannical male lead.
The tyrant has no harem, only the female lead, his one and only little cutie.
A lighthearted, sweet, and slightly goofy story.
