I transmigrated into the world of Water Margin as Wu Dalang. I thought I was in for a tragic fate, but it turned out this version of Wu Dalang was a handsome, delicate-looking "fake shota."
My wife, Pan Jinlian, has fair skin, a beautiful face, and a curvy figure. She is clearly gentle and virtuous, yet she loves acting tsundere and being sharp-tongued.
My sworn younger sister, Wu Song, is tall and imposing, with long legs and the strength to wrestle dragons and tigers. Beneath her seemingly hearty exterior, though, she is an incurable siscon.
And what I really can't handle is that the charming, mature widow Wang Po across the street doesn't just flirt with me in suggestive language. She keeps hinting that Ximen Qing, the local big shot, has admired me for ages and wants to invite me out for a private drink.
With no threat to his life, Wu Dalang still has to face another kind of crisis.
This book is also known as "The Water Margin World Is Far Too Kind to Wu Dalang," "A Love Triangle Between My Wife, My Sworn Sister, and a Tigress," "The Bamboo Pole That's Five Centimeters Per Second," "Lin Chong, You Wouldn't Want to Lose Your Job at the Palace Guard, Would You?" "The Bianliang Art Club Has Serious Problems," "A Realist Hero's Record of Rebuilding the Great Song," "Love Can Wait Until After We Save the Great Song," "Shi Nai'an Is Going to Visit Me in a Dream Tonight and Beat the Crap Out of Me," and "All the Titles Above Are Made Up."
I'm so angry! There's nothing wrong with what I wrote, author, you're really something else!
Sigh, I remember reading a book called *Shakugan no Xiahou Dun* or *Lu Zhishen the Rebel* back then, and authors were constantly being censored and couldn't survive. Now, Meituan is full of unfinished projects, adult content, and AI novels, with outsourced censorship running rampant. Haha.