Title: "Reborn as the Sickly Young Master" When Gu Yichen, a hardened military officer, dies on the battlefield, he never expects to wake up in the body of Shen Qingran, a frail high school student from an elite business family. Weak, ignored, and pitied, the original Shen Qingran lived a lonely life because his mother died giving birth to him. His father and brothers see him as an unfortunate existence, leaving him to fend for himself. But Gu Yichen is not one to accept weakness. Though his new body is fragile, his mind and soul remain strong. He begins training in secret, strengthening himself despite the constant coughs and dizzy spells. His cold and indifferent demeanor, combined with the occasional sharp military instincts, startle those around him. The school's number one heartthrob, Lu Zeyan, should have no reason to pay attention to him. Handsome, rich, and loved by everyone, Lu Zeyan has his pick of admirers. But for some reason, he can't stop looking at Shen Qingran. Why is he suddenly so cute? At first, Lu Zeyan only glances at him from afar. Then, he starts hovering around, offering small helps: "Shen Qingran, you look pale. Sit down, I'll get you water." Then, he starts blocking others from getting too close: "Don't push him! What if he falls?!" Then, he outright kidnaps Shen Qingran during PE: "You can't run in this state! Sit with me instead." Shen Qingran: "..." I can fight a grown man with one hand. Why is this guy treating me like a fragile doll? As he navigates his new life, Shen Qingran is torn between getting stronger and figuring out why Lu Zeyan keeps following him like a protective mother hen. And when Lu Zeyan finally grabs his wrist, looks deep into his eyes, and says, "You're too cute. I want to protect you," Shen Qingran realizes-he might have a much bigger problem than just his weak body. ---

Lin Yan is the son of the Xiangfu, and he was given a marriage to replace the king of Beiling, who is disfigured and violent in his hands. The king of Beiling, Rong Yuan, was a well-deserved God of War. He was once poisoned and disfigured. He was like the evil spirit Shura. Everyone was afraid to approach him. Rong Yuan still remembered that when he first saw Lin Yan, the boy was shivering with fright like everyone else. On the night of the wedding, Rong Yuan deliberately used a disfigured face and sneered close to the young man in the wedding gown. He wanted to see the frightened expression on the young man's face again. Unexpectedly, the young man stroked his hideous cheek and dropped a gentle face. kiss. Lin Yan remembered that when he was just a small tree vine that had just opened up, he was shaved out by wild boars and exposed to the open air. The man in front of him buried him in the soil, watered him, and let him live. come. Others are afraid of his hideous appearance, but I always remember his gentle fingers. * Lin Yan is a small tree and vine in Longyuan Mountain. The fruit that grows is picked off by someone. By chance, he formed the son of Xiangfu to go down the mountain to find his own fruit. One day in the palace, they met a little prince. The two stared at him for a moment. Seeing the dangling flower on his head, the little prince blushed and huffed, and a little flower appeared on the top of his head. After Rong Yuan was disfigured, many children in the capital cried in shock. Only the little prince in the palace who walks swayingly, every time he sees him, he hums his little tail towards him. Rong Yuan found that there was an extra pot of weird little flowers in the courtyard, weird and lovely, so he moved to the study to take care of it himself. One day the people in the capital turned their backs on their horses, and the dark guard hurriedly came to report: the prince is not good, the princess abducted the little prince in the palace!

Certain Clingy ML: "Don't worry, I'll be responsible for you." Edmond: "Actually, I awakened my powers a long time ago..." ML: "Don't be scared, I'll protect you." Edmond: I'm not that weak... ML: "Don't cry, I'll avenge you." Edmond, who just got some dust in his eyes: "..." You know what? Never mind. Every time I try to explain, the misunderstandings just get worse. Better to nod my head and keep quiet. 🤐 Disclaimer: I don't own any of the images used. I'm a novice writer, and English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy the story!