[Completed] [Disabled, delicate, sharp-tongued Taoist master × scheming, unhinged, dramatic Ghost King] [Younger man × older man + equally matched + devoted to each other]
Qin Luoqian accidentally buried someone in the wrong grave. From that day on, he could see things other people couldn't, along with a floating black lantern.
When he walked at night, the lantern lit his way.
When he drove at night, the lantern guided him.
When he stayed up late, the lantern kept him company.
Then one day, he woke up to find the black lantern gone and a young man lying beside him.
The young man wore the black lanterns as earrings. He tugged at Qin Luo's sleeve, looking aggrieved. “Qin Luo, I'm hungry.”
Qin Luo brought him a bowl of rice noodles.
The young man shook his head and pointed at Qin Luo's forehead. “I eat souls.”
Qin Luo bolted.
But no matter where Qin Luo ran, Tu Jing always managed to cling to him.
At a bar, Qin Luo crushed his glass in one hand and used a shard to cut his own throat. “Here, eat.”
Tu Jing shook his head and licked the blood from Qin Luo's throat. “Qin Luo, I want rice noodles.”
Only later did Qin Luo discover that the man who had threatened the lives of the entire Xuanmen sect from the start reverted to a four- or five-year-old whenever he was badly injured.
Qin Luo took advantage of little Tu Jing for the first time. “Call me big brother, and I'll buy you milk tea.”
So the tricked little Ghost King rubbed his round, dark head against Qin Luo's arm and acted cute. “Big Brother Qin Luo.”
Qin Luo: “...” Acting cute is shameful, but I love it.
