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

    Zhou Yuwei looked at the cake that the young man handed over. She took it and opened the apartment door. The young man followed her in.


  Zhou Yuwei placed the cake on the shoe cabinet at the entrance.


  She changed her shoes and walked towards the sofa without looking at the youngster.


  It was a stark contrast to his usual enthusiasm.


  Zhou Yuwei sat down on the sofa and rubbed her temples.


  The young man came behind her and stretched out his hand towards her temple.


  The atmosphere was tense and awkward.


  The young man looked down at her." What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"


  The young man's hand reached over and brushed away a strand of hair by her cheek.


  His fingertips were slightly cold, and because of the smoke, her ears were slightly warm. His fingertips stopped by her ears.


She Was His Light