Synopsis: Aunt Lucretia - 'Crete' to her family - is a sweet, patient older woman, who lives with her narrow-minded sister and spoilt niece, acting as their unpaid and unappreciated domestic servant. When they leave town in order to avoid the unexpected visit of a "backwoods" cousin, she is left at home to welcome him. She's willing to love him whatever he's like, and he's looking for a home having lost his mother years before, so the two are ready to become fast friends. But what does that mean for Aunt Crete's prejudiced relatives and how can their wrongs against her be remedied? Info: Out of Copyright, not mine. If you like this kind of story please follow me on this and my other account, I will be posting more in the future. ^-^ I changed the cover because I think this photo fits more with the design of the characters in my imagination.

CN MTL, not mine. If you like this kind of story please follow me on this and my other account, I will be posting more in the future. ^-^ Full and comprehensive Translation may be done if I get enough requests. Also, I changed the cover because I think this photo fits more with the design of the characters in my imagination. Synopsis: gu anyao wore it, and when she opened her eyes, she became a small milk cat. later, she was horrified to find herself wearing a novel that she had just lost points in her crazy diss. oh, pills. gu anyao stretched out his claws to shake his cat face, jiojio waved, indicating that it was okay, blah, what a big deal. usually the male protagonist of the novel is the son of luck in this small world, as long as she hugs her thighs and eats delicious and spicy. however, this person who was bullied under the soles of his feet was the male protagonist who later killed the four sides??? hey, she's wearing the wrong time!! man is still just a thin and useless trumpet male protagonist. gu little orange cat an yao: don't eat spicy, don't even have milk! gu anyao thought that she could watch the famous scene without being alarmed, but her body was already one step faster than her brain, breaking the siege for others. gu anyao, who was greeted by the death gaze of everyone with hindsight: ... i'm not, i'm not, it's the hand that the claws move on their own.