The Wolf Demon I Picked Up Clings to Me Night After Night

[Classic-style romance between two men, both devoted only to each other, powerful leads, cultivation fantasy setting. Neither man is who he appears to be, and each has a deeply hidden secret identity. Past and present lives, with only each other.]

[Cool-faced, warm-hearted healer on the bottom × domineering, scheming wolf demon on the top]

Lin Zhenxi had lived in seclusion at the Healer Immortal Valley for a hundred years, never involving himself in other people’s affairs.

But one day, he rescued a badly wounded wolf demon. He healed the wound, but couldn’t get rid of the wolf.

The wolf demon couldn’t speak and had lost his memory. He remembered nothing except his own name. By day, he followed Lin Zhenxi to gather herbs and make pills. At night, he slipped into Lin Zhenxi’s bed.

Lin Zhenxi put up with it again and again, until he finally kicked the man off the bed. “Who are you, really?”

The wolf demon climbed up and threw himself back onto Lin Zhenxi, wrapping his arms around his waist and refusing to let go.

“I belong to Xiaoxi.”

Lin Zhenxi looked down at him.

This tall, brawny Demon King, notorious for his ferocity, was now curled up in Lin Zhenxi’s arms like a big dog. Suddenly, Lin Zhenxi felt that perhaps the man he had brought home wasn’t just trouble.