I Only Meant to Use You as an Antidote

Ling Shuang is a mighty cultivator, with a face worthy of an immortal and a temper sharp as a blade.

And yet this very person takes on a foolish disciple. The whole martial world laments the waste.

Ling Shuang thinks it’s just fine. The boy has clear, honest features, works hard, and most importantly, he’s just the right kind of fool.

Why take him in?

Every month on the fifteenth, his heart-wrenching pain returns. If he can’t endure it, he can use his disciple to get through the ordeal. The boy is the “medicine” he’s kept for himself.

Then the fifteenth arrives, and the pain is at its peak.

The door opens. His disciple comes in.

His eyes bloodshot, he grabs the boy and pulls him down beneath him. His voice is so hoarse it’s almost inaudible.

“Hold me.”

The disciple freezes for a second, then wraps his arms around him.

The martial world says Mo Li is lucky to have been taken in as Grandmaster Ling’s personal disciple.

Only Mo Li knows that every month on the fifteenth, when his master comes out of seclusion, his lips are as white as paper, yet he still forces himself to tell Mo Li to “get lost.” Afterward, the tips of his ears turn quietly red.

One night, during a rainstorm, Mo Li brings medicine and knocks on his door. The jade crown has fallen to the floor, and black hair spills across the pillow.

His “Get lost” comes out hoarse and seductive.

Mo Li doesn’t back down. The next second, the world spins, and he’s pinned hard against the bed.

The man’s breath is hot as a branding iron, the corners of his eyes a shocking red. Still, he grits out,

“Do you have a death wish?”

Mo Li doesn’t answer. He just wraps both arms around the man’s neck.

[Obedient yet wild foolish disciple × beautiful immortal with a sharp tongue and a soft heart]

Theme: Both love and the Dao can be reshaped