Young Lord, Could I Cop a Feel and Save My Life?

After transmigrating into this world, I was bound to a bizarre life-support System: I had to get close to the icy young lord to recharge and stay alive. Lu Zhizhou, the young lord, was left with disabled legs by childhood trauma and has severe mysophobia. One touch could get my hand chopped off. To stay alive, I play the timid physician by day, touching his wrist to administer acupuncture. At night, I steal his clothes to use as a power bank, and even chase the tassel from his fallen jade pendant all around the courtyard. He’s always suspicious that I’m up to something, yet when I fall into the water and am in danger, he’s the first to leap in, dragging his bad leg behind him. The day my life-force meter is full and I’m ready to run, he blocks the doorway. With red-rimmed eyes, he locks me in his embrace. “You used me and now you want to run? Mo Qingyan, your life belongs to me, and so do you.”