Ten Directions Floral Leaves

She is everyone's apple of their eye, she is the Little Princess of the circle, she is the young lady who has the city beneath her feet, she is the treasure whom he loves to the bone.
Reborn into a top family, only a month old and raised by a boy with the looks of an angel and the heart of a devil?
Fine, considering you've given me wealth, honor, and the utmost affection, I might as well agree.
What? The only demand for me is four words, to be lawless and unbridled?
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As aloof as he is
Your favorite?
Without hesitation, "Baby."
Aside from people?
Without thinking, "Taking care of Baby."
Any objects?
Instantly, "What Baby likes."
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As adorable as he is
The little one has a delicate appearance and an innocent temperament, carefully flipping through a dictionary-thick book on anatomy.
"Reborn?"
"Reborn?"
"Transmigrated?"
"Hmm?"
"Never mind. Want some milk?"
"Mommy, I'm already grown up."
Well, indeed, no longer a one- or two-year-old child. Already three years old.
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[One-on-one mutual nurturing, both strong and pure. The main plot is overly sweet and doting, with no melodrama or complications. A quality new work assurance, seeking collection and support.]
PS: This novel is a modern fantasy, purely a work of fiction. Please do not compare it to real life!
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Unparalleled Favor

This was exactly why he was worried; he loved her so much that he couldn't bear to pressure her. His usual confidence shrank away before Qin Yiyi's emotions.


He was afraid, afraid that in the end Qin Yiyi wouldn't choose him. What would he become then? Insane? Demonic? Or would he die? Would he ruin Qin Yiyi, ruin himself, ruin everything? Thinking this, Meng Shichen quickly released the arms that were wrapped around Qin Yiyi, only cautiously holding her gently and securely in his embrace again after he controlled them to stop tensing and trembling.


Once you've tasted the marrow, how could you ever let go after having had it once?


Moderation is best, a principle that Qin Yiyi understood, although she repeatedly told herself not to rush, some things were also beyond her control.


Chapter 47 Performance Invitation