I have a white moonlight who died of illness many years ago.
I secretly kept everything my white moonlight had ever used, and memorized every word he had written. Through the long nights, I imagined tangling with him until dawn.
But my white moonlight is dead, and has been dead for far too long. To ease the ache of longing, I had no choice but to use the only person in this world who shares his blood as a substitute.
Who would have thought?
This wretched substitute is stubborn, vile, and rebellious to the core.
Again and again, he toys with me, blackmails me, and betrays me. His very existence defiles the person I hold above all others.
I have decided to tear him limb from limb.
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I do not like him at all.
Although he is dead, I feel as if something is missing, and I cannot understand what connection I have left to the world.
But I do not like him at all.
Dark, obsessive seme x unhinged, deranged uke
Murong Sheng and Murong Qi, Sheng as seme, Qi as uke. An utterly outrageous premise, enough melodrama to flood the heavens, and a haphazard jumble of some truly tasteless prose.
Sheng's obsessive fixation is Murong 4. There may be a little uke-ification, so proceed at your own risk.
Theme: Never give up
