The King of Hell Said I’d Die at Three, but the Dark Lord Kept Me Until Five

[Supernatural mystery, two male leads, two strong leads, one-on-one romance, sweet and doting, both leads inexperienced in love, primarily from the top’s perspective, with a modest ensemble cast.] A cunning, lazy, utterly devoted top x a cold, beautiful bottom who struggles to feel emotions Ming Wu, who owns five apartment buildings and collects the rent, is “affectionately” known by his many tenants as Mr. Ming. Then he started having dreams. He forgot what happened in them as soon as he woke, but each time he felt more exhausted. Determined never to become anyone’s employee, Mr. Ming suspected that some kind of creature was enslaving him in his dreams. Believing that if you don’t finish someone else off, they’ll finish you off first, Ming Wu finally decided to consult a master... only to turn a corner and fall in love at first sight with a man as ethereal as an immortal. A tenth of a second after seeing the beauty, Ming Wu felt as if he could smell flowers and hear birds singing. A minute later, he’d already decided where their children would go to school. “Um, you...” Ming Wu had never been so bashful before. “What kind of sack do you like?” The beauty tilted his head slightly and glanced at Ming Wu. “Are you sick?” he said coldly. That was right. He was sick. From the moment he saw the beauty, Ming Wu had come down with lovesickness. When sweet talk failed, he decided to try force. But just as Ming Wu was starting to think up increasingly questionable ways to get his man, the beauty took him home first. ...Watching the ferocious ghosts in the room fall instantly still, with no living creature able to move except the beauty and himself, Ming Wu’s eyes lit up. “A-Yue is amazing!” Shi Qiyue: ...Why aren’t you under my control? Ming Wu: Ah, well, about that...