The Frail Support Player Is Spoiled by the Cold, Wild King of the Game

[Two male leads + healing + esports elite + frail beauty as the bottom × possessive control freak as the top]

Before meeting Lin Zhiyu, He Yanshen's world revolved around winning and losing. He hated anything troublesome, and he'd grown weary of life.

Then a beautiful boy as fragile as glass cautiously wandered into his team's training base.

Lin Zhiyu thought he had hidden his crush well.

He tried hard to behave and conceal his poor health, all so he wouldn't become a burden to He Yanshen. Even when his wrist hurt so badly that he trembled, even when he had a raging fever, he could only hide under the covers and cry quietly.

He thought He Yanshen knew nothing.

Until the night they won the championship.

Golden confetti rained from the sky as the whole internet erupted in cheers.

In the dim backstage corridor, the tall, broad-shouldered man took off his team jacket and wrapped it tightly around the boy who was about to collapse. He kissed the tears from the corner of his eye, possessive yet restrained.

“Stop pretending, Lin Zhiyu.”

He Yanshen pressed his forehead to Lin Zhiyu's. His thumb brushed Lin Zhiyu's feverish cheek, and his voice trembled. “When you're in pain, it feels like I'm dying. From now on, let me take care of everything, even your life. Okay?”

It turned out this wasn't a one-sided crush, but a long-planned, carefully laid pursuit.