Xuanhuan: I'm Obviously a Sweet Guy, So Why Do They Call Me a Player?

“I hold the universe in my hands and tread upon yin and yang. I finally did it!”

Zhou Yan stood atop the heavens, his hands clasped behind his back.

Before long, one beautiful figure after another appeared there.

“Junior Brother Zhou Yan, the moon is beautiful tonight. Will you keep me company while I admire it?”

“Brother Yan, give me your hand. I recently learned the Art of Destiny.”

“Zhou Yan, I know I was wrong. Please don't leave me, okay?”

“Xiao Yan, I see the green hills as so enchanting. Surely they see me the same way. Was that poem meant for me?”

Zhou Yan's brow twitched.

He'd only wanted to be a considerate boyfriend. How had he ended up a player with a harem?

Where had things gone wrong...?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.