[Two male leads, both powerful | Top | Love and hate intertwined | A sci-fi take on the “seven-year itch” (except it’s seven hundred years!)]
(A domineering, unhinged younger top × a restrained, sinister, beautiful and tragic powerhouse)
When Yin Yan woke up, he realized he’d overslept: he’d slept for more than seven hundred years, straight from the apocalypse into the interstellar age.
Inherited a fortune worth billions from his father? No time to deal with it. Heard that Ji Chen, the “darling” who’d once swindled him down to his last pair of underwear, was still alive?
“Shit! Get me the damn coordinates of his spaceship. I’m going to blow up his grave!”
Who would have guessed that the legendary Ji, a ruthless killer and the Star Alliance’s most wanted criminal, would be running his own bar as a laid-back owner, with a face that could enchant the entire universe?
Then one day, an eyewitness claimed:
Ji Chen had been pinned to a sofa and kissed by some pretty boy until the corners of his eyes were red. The sinister big shot of old was nowhere to be seen, and he was even whimpering?
“!!!” The entire interstellar world was left gaping.
Yin Yan (crushing Ji Chen’s wineglass): “You posted a video of me on the interstellar net back then. Today, I’ll show you what it means to be livestreamed to the whole damn universe!”
Ji Chen (grabbing his wrist with his other hand): “Little darling, it’s been seven hundred years. You’re still hung up on that little bedroom grudge?”
Yin Yan (bristling): “Was that a grudge? That was the tragic story of an innocent young man getting conned into sex!”
Later, the whole universe watched this pair of lovable idiots:
First, the unhinged top chased the villain with a mortar; then the beautiful, tragic powerhouse tied him up like a dumpling.
So much for revenge. How did they end up rolling into the same bed halfway through the fight?
Author’s note: Don’t ask. Interstellar love doesn’t care who came first; it only cares who stripped whose mech first.
