Introduction to the work:
Ling Che, the top master from the world of ancient martial arts, once he opened his eyes, he became a pitiful little person who could be bullied by everyone on the interstellar garbage planet.
Both parents are dead, malnourished, power awakening failed?
It doesn't matter. He discovered that the surging energy of this world was tailor-made for his long-lost secret!
Interstellar mecha? Ancient martial arts techniques teach it how to behave!
Cool abilities? Learn about inner force taking shape!
He crushed everything from college competitions to legion internships, rising at the speed of light, from dust to the top of the galaxy.
Little did he know that from the first day he started to use his internal energy, he fell under the gaze of a pair of deep gilded eyes.
Lancelot, the youngest marshal of the empire, an atavist of the Dragonborn bloodline, powerful, noble, and as cold as ice.
His bloodline gave him boundless power, but also allowed him to endure the pain of thousands of years of loneliness and periodic burning. No one could get close to him, and there was no cure.
Until the boy from the garbage planet appeared.
The young man is as cold as the moon, and his skills are cunning. A smile can easily stir up his dead blood and arouse his primitive desire that has been suppressed for thousands of years.
The closer you get, the more out of control you get.
The self-control he was proud of collapsed around the boy, and he just wanted to pull the person into his arms, mark, possess, and merge into one.
Everyone knew that the Marshal was ascetic and cold-blooded, but they didn't know that what he dreamed about every night was the sweaty neck of the young man practicing martial arts, and the slight ripples in his cold eyes as he glanced at him.
"Stay away from me." Ling Che warned, sensing the growing danger and heat in the man's eyes.
However, Lancelot pressed him against the door of the combat readiness hatch. The dragon's tail wrapped around him anxiously, and his breath was hot: "It's too late... Your breath has already become my poison."
#Thinks I'm hugging my thigh, but I'm actually on top#
#I heard that the marshal's dragon tail is only for his wife to touch#
#HELP He seems to really want to pick me up and crush me with force#
[The Cold-hearted Martial Arts Master Attacks VS the Out-of-control Ascetic Dragonborn Marshal Suffers]
Reading guide: 1V1, HE, Qiangqiang, Interstellar Cultivation, Su Shuangtian, with private settings, the emotional line is slow but full of tension.
Intent: Even across time, space and race, true love can break all shackles and become the only hope to save each other.