Camphor tree has no flowers

[Female Lead: Little Princess of the Cat Demon Clan] "Get off of me," the man's voice carried a hint of helplessness and restraint.
"I won't," the girl shook her head, her arms tightly holding onto the man beneath her.
"Be good, I can't sleep like this."
"But I always slept on top of you before."
"That was different... you're a human now."
In Capital City, a decisive, cruel, and cold-blooded mysterious head of the household unexpectedly gets saved by a tiny kitten, hence turning into a devoted slave to the cat, shocking all his subordinates.
However, when one day he woke up to find the kitten in his arms had turned into a lovely and soft young girl, the head of the household was dumbstruck.
Ask what's going on? Of course, it's a nurture story~
Ask what to do? Naturally, continue to spoil her, just in a different way~
"Young Master, everyone outside is saying that you have some special fetish. Why else would you spoil a cat to such an outrageously lawless degree?"
The head of the household declared, "You know nothing, that's my wife."
This book is free of stale tropes, with fresh material, and is clean in regards to relationships. [The new book "Mr. Lu Has Made the Blacklist Again" has been released]

Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!

The young man climbed up from the ground, his body swaying a few times, somewhat unsteady on his feet.


He lifted his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered with disdain, "That's all you've got? If you're capable, fight me one-on-one."


"One-on-one? Sure, but that seems a bit unfair too."


"Then I'll let you use one hand, haha," the young man laughed out loud.


His words directly turned the oily man's face dark, and he gritted his teeth and said, "One-on-one, is it? Fine, I'll chop off one of your hands first, then we'll have a one-on-one. Would that be fair?"


The oily man, having said that, ordered his subordinates, "Pin him down for me."


Two men immediately stepped forward, grabbed the young man, and shoved him against the wall, one of them pinning one of his hands firmly to the wall.


The oily man, brandishing a knife and laughing arrogantly, stretched the blade towards the hand that was pinned immovably to the wall.


Chapter 259: Are You Very Familiar with My Second Brother?