Master, Master, Master, Look at Me, Only Me

[Two male leads + younger love interest raised by the older one + sweet romance + forced love + both virgins + happy ending] Brooding, obsessive, devoted attack x aloof, protective, avoidant receiver Ying Buran, the master of the Xuanji Pavilion, is aloof and proud, untouched by the mortal world, an immortal admired by all in the cultivation world. A single divination lets him glimpse the secrets of fate, yet he cannot foresee the vague calamity awaiting him. In the ice and snow, he saves a dying boy, leaves him some silver and a wisp of cool plum fragrance, then quietly departs. Wuyou grows up through hardships, seeking only that trace of plum fragrance. He does everything he can to join the Qingyun Sect, with one goal in mind: “I want to become his disciple!” After getting his wish and becoming “Fu Wuyou,” he discovers that his master does not belong to him alone. His possessiveness grows like a vine. He “accidentally” causes trouble and “plays the victim,” all so his master's gaze will stay on him forever. Ying Buran gradually realizes that his seemingly innocent, devoted little disciple harbors a possessive darkness in his eyes. After ten years together, the boy is now half a head taller than him, and the burning passion he has kept hidden can no longer be ignored. An inadvertent touch, a deliberately coaxing plea, and the aloof immortal is thrown into confusion, his heart rippling. But the desire to have his master all to himself turns into a heart demon, and jealousy burns away his reason. One moment of weakness destroys his path to immortality and turns master and disciple into strangers. When they meet again, his former disciple has become the supreme ruler of the demonic realm. Immortals and demons stand opposed, and war rages across the land. He uses pills to bind his master and keep him by his side, lavishing him with tenderness, yet a deep divide remains between them. When his out-of-control demonic energy injures the one he loves, Fu Wuyou loses his composure. At last, the gravely wounded Ying Buran looks straight into those eyes brimming with obsession and asks the question he has kept buried in his heart: “Wuyou… do you love me?”