Currently serializing: My Boss Wants to Move into My Household Register. Summer Zhitao has been inside a transmigration novel for fifteen years when her grandmaster brings a little junior sister before her. The little junior sister is unbearably adorable, looking at her timidly with a soft trailing voice and saying, Senior sister, hello. Summer Zhitao falls silent, because the person her grandmaster is leading is none other than the fearsome demon cult leader who, in the future, will terrify the world and slice two mountain peaks off with a single blow. Has the heroine not appeared yet while the villain is already clinging to her thigh? A little junior sister who acts cute says, Senior sister, hug. Summer Zhitao rubs her head and says, Fine, hug hug hug. The little sister curries favor by saying, Senior sister, goldstone. Summer Zhitao pinches her face and says, So capable. But one day the little sister forgets to switch accounts. The demon cult leader coughs and says, This seat was only passing by. Passing by. Summer Zhitao: ... She never imagined that the legendary overbearing demon cult leader would bend down before her, kiss her fingertips, and say in an extremely soft voice, Zhitao, if only you speak. You are my only youthful recklessness, and the rest of my life is long. Pairing: beautiful and powerful x gentle older-sister type. One-on-one, happy ending, cultivation fantasy, sweetness all the way. Finished-book sequel: The Demon Cult Leader's Wife-Chasing Road. Preorder: When the Cool and Alpha Younger Sister Tries to Act Well-Behaved. Some people look very alpha, but they still need to be pinned down. The second daughter of the Yan family is beautiful and fierce, so wild that nobody dares provoke her. After an accident, while resting in a mountain villa, her parents ask the girl next door to take care of her. Yan Li protests violently that she has never even met this woman and does not need looking after. The next day: big sister is so pretty. The third day: big sister has such fair skin and lovely smiling eyes; how is she so beautiful? I need to find a way to go to her house for dinner. Later Yan Li steals away the paintbrush, looks into the elder sister's clean and affectionate eyes, and kisses the tear mole at the corner of her eye. In a hoarse trembling voice she says, Sister, can you paint me? But as fingers trace along, the clean brush becomes wet too, and the night stretches on through lingering desire. Yan Li's cheeks flush, her eyes brim with tears, and even her pleas do not stop what follows.