Zhaocheng's Love for Qing

Genre: Female top, male bottom

“Qian Maomao, it’s time to go home.”

“Mm. I’ll follow you, Qingqing.”

“Qingqing, I’m so wretched…” Qian Zhao coughed blood, staining his armor red.

Wen Zhuqing kissed the bitter tang of blood from his lips. “My Qian Maomao is the sweetest plum candy in the world.”

The young woman caught the general’s falling sword. Over ten years, she proved that love is a hand that never lets go beside a sickbed.