Sweets Flood

In Yun City, there are rumors about Young Master Huo being temperamental and extreme. He is cold-hearted and will kick any woman away if they get close to him.
Little Fairy Wen was at loggerheads with Young Master Huo in her previous life.
Little Fairy Wen: "Can I suck up to you?"
"Scram."
That was expected. It would only be strange if Little Fairy Wen could succeed.
Not long later—
"Young Master Huo brought Little Fairy Wen to the countryside to watch shooting stars."
"Young Master Huo beat his love rival up so badly the latter is in the hospital."
Little Fairy Wen, the person involved, is pushed into a corner by Young Master Huo.
"I dare you to break up with me."
Little Fairy Wen smiles brightly. "You were the one who told me to scram."
The fierce Young Master Huo becomes a meek little puppy in the next second. "Don't break up with me. My life is yours from now on."
...
Wen Ruan died brutally in her previous life. Young Master Huo, who was terminally ill, collected her corpse and even laid into the crystal coffin with her after consuming poison.
Now that she's reborn, her goal is to tear the scumbags and bitches apart, cure his illness, suck up to him, and become his precious little fairy.
[The Little Fairy who is sweet and delicate, meek and charming VS The temperamental Young Master Huo who is extremely faithful and only pampers the little fairy ]

Reborn into Young Master Huo's Little Fairy

    Ye Wanwan felt her breathing quicken, her vision blurred, and the blood in her body surged faster.


  " Ruan Ruan, I'm sincerely here to apologize to you." Before Ye Wanwan could finish her sentence, she staggered a few steps back. She was not far from the stairs, so she stepped in the air and fell down.


  Wen Ruan and Old Mrs. Wen turned around at the same time when they heard the sound.


  Ye Wanwan only felt dizzy for a moment. She didn't even have time to think about why this was happening and her body fell down the stairs like a snowball.


  His forehead, the back of his head, his cheeks, and his limbs kept rubbing against the stairs. It was as if the brakes had failed, and he could not control them.


  Waves of pain came from her limbs and bones. Before she could feel the pain, her forehead hit the corner of the stairs heavily. With a loud bang, warm and sticky liquid slid down her forehead.


  The tip of my nose is filled with the smell of blood


She Rolled Down the Stairs