The fate of a lofty, untouchable flower, a distant and aloof moonlike master, is to be locked away in a little black room by the disciple he raised, who weeps as he does it. Even Xuan Zhao, the Immortal Lord and Great Elder of Shangyun Sect, cannot escape this fate.
The little brat he pulled out of a pile of corpses developed improper feelings for him.
The little brat knelt before him with a chain in hand, begging for his affection.
Just as he was about to give the little brat a little education in love, someone kicked the little brat into the Demon Abyss on his behalf.
The man's face was demonic, yet his expression was cool and distant. He looked exactly like him. "You've really let yourself go, huh? You can't even keep one little brat who dares defy you in line? You're an embarrassment to me."
Content warnings
No plot, just a couple being lovey-dovey.
They take turns topping and bottoming. Narcissus romance (a narcissistic romance that doesn't really feel like one). No brains.
Both leads are virgins.
I changed one of the main characters' names. It doesn't seem very nice either, but there's nothing I can do. I'm hopeless at naming, and that's just how it'll be for the rest of my life.
Theme: 111
This short story is so interesting, I want to read it even though I have pre-released it 🤩
Xie Jiang for a while and Xie Qian for a while 💔 Sometimes it hangs jade, sometimes it hangs Zhao 💔