The Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Jealous? The Third Young Master Meets the Taciturn Bottle

[Tomb raiding + supernatural abilities + two male leads + fan fiction + face-slapping]

Wu Xie thinks he might be the most hypocritical person in the world.

When they first met, he saw Zhang Qiling as a silent, unapproachable, icy deity, and wished he could carve “Keep Out” onto that impossibly handsome face.

But later, when that deity is covered in wounds for his sake and quietly says, “At least I didn’t get you killed,” everything changes.

From then on, his world has one absolute rule:

Someone else touches Xiaoge? No way. Keep your dirty hands off!

Xiaoge touches someone else… Huh? Impossible. I’m the only one in Xiaoge’s eyes.

Someone else covets Xiaoge? They’re up to no good and deserve to die!

He covets Xiaoge? That’s called falling hopelessly in love, his affection growing into an obsession!

Wu Xie lays his heart bare and holds it, bleeding, before Zhang Qiling, using the burning heat of his devotion to warm those eyes that have been indifferent for a hundred years.

He’ll shield Zhang Qiling from every open attack and hidden threat, and in a corner where no one can see, he’ll hold him close with near-fanatical possessiveness, murmuring, “Xiaoge, I love you so much. Just keep your eyes on me.”

But when everyone really sees just how outrageously intense the Wu family’s Third Young Master is about his love, and is left utterly stunned, Wu Xie merely wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth and raises an eyebrow with a smile.

“What’s wrong? I only love my Xiaoge. How does that bother anyone?”