How to Win Over a Coolheaded Doctor

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[The next novel's blurb is at the very bottom: a hedonistic, sickly, possessive seme Regent Prince x a cool, chronically ill historian uke. Take a look if you're interested!]

"When did you first fall for me?"

"After the avalanche on Mount Everest."

(A seme who'll do anything to live together, even wrecking the bed during sex, and an uke who can be lured away with a little cake.)

Pei Yan locked an arm around his waist and pulled him back against his chest, his breath burning hot. "You flirt and then run? Dr. Wen, who taught you your manners?"

Wen Yelan's lashes trembled, his lips flushed red. "...Let go."

"No." Pei Yan lowered his head, the tip of his nose against Wen Yelan's. "Where did that feisty attitude go?"

Wen Yelan turned his face away, his voice muffled. "...You brought this on yourself."

Pei Yan chuckled softly and kissed the tip of his ear. "I did. I admit it."

After the avalanche atop the world, something seemed to change, little by little.

During an expedition to Mount Everest, young geologist Wen Yelan saved Pei Yan, a wealthy young heir known for his wild ways. But he was injured, forced to put his dream on hold, and returned to Beijing burdened with injuries and rumors.

Faced with this doctor who was as cold as ice, Pei Yan finally understood what love was, and what it meant to ache for someone.

From the world's highest peak to the glittering world of fame and fortune, two people from different worlds became unexpectedly entangled. He watched Wen Yelan force himself to smile at business dinners, get framed behind his back by a colleague, and silently cry in the corner of a bar...

Beneath that seemingly invincible iceberg lay bottomless insecurity and trauma.

And the seemingly carefree wind, for the first time, wanted to stay for someone.

"The mountain cannot be conquered by people. It only allows them to pass."

And at last, Wen Yelan let him pass through the defenses around his heart.

Wen Yelan had to face not only the storms on the mountain, but also the cruelty of human nature below. Even so, he refused to become a canary, caged in a gilded cage.

A story about a sensitive, insecure, pitiful soul nurtured by love.

A carefree, rich second-generation adventurer seme x a cool, steadfast geology expert uke

Happy ending

[Here's a preview of the next novel! A domineering, scheming, obsessive Regent Prince and a cool, proud, sickly young historian.]

(Preview: He thought he had merely captured a sick little bird. Little did he know that the one he had welcomed into his arms was the true player of the game.

The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. A palace banquet.

At the Emperor's side, Regent Prince Pei Yuan casually remarked, "He's an eyesore," and a third-rank minister was killed on the spot, blood splattering across the hall. The nobles in their scarlet and purple robes all bowed their heads. The only sound that stood out was the faint scrape of a brush against bamboo slips.

Pei Yuan followed the sound and saw a white-robed historian sitting in the shadow of a pillar.

"What are you writing?"

He strode over, the crimson hem of his robe brushing the floor. At the sound of his voice, the young historian looked up. His face was pale, his eyes bright as ink. He did not answer, only calmly handed over the bamboo slip he had just finished writing.

Pei Yuan lowered his gaze and saw the words, penned in strong, precise strokes:

"Eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. At a palace banquet, Regent Prince Pei Yuan wantonly killed a minister, acting with reckless disregard for the law."

"Reckless disregard for the law?" Pei Yuan laughed softly. His fingers brushed the historian's cold brush, then suddenly clamped around the wrist holding it. The hand was astonishingly thin, as if it would snap at the slightest pressure.

"Your Highness," Wen Qinghua said, meeting his eyes. His voice was hoarse from years of illness, yet every word was clear. "The historian's brush is iron. It does not flatter the ruler."

Pei Yuan leaned close and whispered in his ear, his breath dangerous. "What if I insist you flatter me?"

At that, Wen Qinghua suddenly began to cough. A sickly flush rose across his pale cheeks. Yet when he looked up again, there was a hint of pity in his gaze.

"Your Highness may kill me, then kill every historian in the land. But the history of your crimes will begin with this page. You will never be able to clear your name."

At that moment, Pei Yuan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen a look like that before: pity from a judge, even in the face of absolute power.

He snatched the bamboo slip away, only to see the man take another blank one from his sleeve. In full view of everyone, he calmly began to write: "Regent Prince Pei Yuan seized the historian's brush, seeking to destroy the record."

Pei Yuan's pupils contracted.

He suddenly understood: he could not kill this man. At least, not in the usual way.

In front of everyone, he tore up the written record, swept the coughing historian into his arms, and carried him straight back to the prince's residence.

"You like keeping records? Fine! Starting today, you'll live by my bedside and record everything, day and night, including how I sleep."

A hedonistic, sickly Regent Prince seme x a cool, chronically ill historian uke

"You command life and death; I wield the brush of history. You imprison me in your arms; I engrave you into the annals."

Happy ending)

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