Last Night, I Carried a Branch Westward

The main story is complete. The full book costs only 4r, and bonus stories are being released...

My new book, My Little Brother Hates Me for Being a Blockhead, is now underway. The blurb is at the bottom.

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[Blurb]

(Pretends to be) gentle, younger, loyal puppy-dog gong x (genuinely) flirtatious, avoidant cat-like shou

A lighthearted, healing road trip through Tibet | 1v1 | HE | Sweet with a hint of sour, mostly sweet

On the third day after Fu Zhou returned to his hometown of Motuo for his graduation thesis, an avalanche blocked the road.

He found a stranded photographer at the entrance to the village. The man was beautiful, kind, young, and handsome, so Fu Zhou happily took him in and enjoyed sharing a bed with the gorgeous guy.

--Of course, they just slept under the same blanket and chatted.

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The handsome guy was named Yan Qishan. He was a pampered young master who had grown up with every luxury, yet he was not spoiled or domineering at all.

He was great at offering emotional support, followed Fu Zhou around calling him "bro" without asking for a penny, did whatever Fu Zhou said, and cheerfully handled any task, whether up in the mountains or down in the fields. He was always at Fu Zhou's side.

Fu Zhou thought: So free food really does fall from the sky!

Little did he know, the young master was already completely smitten with his beautiful face, which seemed so pure and unworldly.

So when Yan Qishan pleaded with him to go on a road trip together, Fu Zhou's heart softened, and he agreed.

When Yan Qishan said he felt lonely so far from home and asked if he could have a hug, Fu Zhou's heart softened, and he agreed.

Halfway through their trip, the car broke down. In the pitch-black night in the barren mountains of southern Tibet, Yan Qishan's peerlessly handsome face drew close, his lips brushing Fu Zhou's ear.

"Brother Fu, let's kiss."

Fu Zhou's heart softened, and he was about to agree... Wait, this is definitely not something he should agree to!

But it was too late.

Fu Zhou began to wonder if he was just too softhearted.

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"I can't accept your confession. I... don't like men," Fu Zhou said against his better judgment.

The young man stared straight at him with beautiful brown eyes, looking on the verge of tears, but his hands showed no intention of letting up.

"It's okay if you don't accept my confession, Brother Fu."

"You don't like men, but you like me, right? I'm not like other men. So can we just sleep together?"

Yan Qishan sounded like he was pouting, but he sank his teeth into Fu Zhou's neck without the slightest hesitation.

Fu Zhou's heart softened. He let Yan Qishan do as he pleased and thought:

All right, I'll indulge him this once.

I'm leaving Tibet next week anyway.

Two months later, as someone gripped his ankle and lifted his leg, Fu Zhou thought despairingly:

That little bastard really used me and threw me away!

[The boat sails past a thousand mountains; the swallow carries grass seeds.]

[Reader's Guide]

1. Both are each other's first and only partners, and each other's first love. The gong is three years younger. No role reversal or pairing with anyone else.

2. The setting is somewhat fictionalized. Please don't use this as a real travel guide!

3. Route: Motuo - Nyingchi - Lhasa - Xigaze - Mount Everest - Mount Kailash - Ngari

--Coming Soon--

Li Xian had two great regrets in life.

The first was when he was fifteen. His master was about to sell his little brother, and Li Xian hadn't thrown himself at the old bastard and bitten his wrist clean off.

The second was when he was twenty-five. He listened to his bad friends, spent half a month's wages on a male escort for a taste of the high life, and ended up choosing the little brother he hadn't seen in ten years.

And that brat even gave him the cold shoulder.

Staring at that familiar face, Li Xian was about to make an excuse and turn him down when his legs suddenly went weak, and he fell into the other man's arms.

...Which bastard had drugged his drink?!

The drug was potent. Li Xian lasted less than three seconds before cupping the young man's face and kissing him wildly.

The next morning, he opened his eyes to find his little brother's back, covered in scratches, right in front of him.

Terrified out of his mind, Li Xian scrambled out of there while the other man was still asleep, clutching his waist as he fled.

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Finding a place to rent that was both affordable and well-located was hard, so Li Xian arranged to view an apartment with an agent after work.

The agent took him to the cheapest apartment in the complex and asked if he was willing to share it with the landlord.

Li Xian was just about to say yes when the door suddenly opened from the inside.

The young man leaned against the door with a bored expression. When Li Xian saw his face, he nearly bit his tongue off.

The young man raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down. Li Xian could only steel himself and introduce himself. "Hello, I'm Li Xian. It's nice to... meet you."

Li Xian kept his head down, afraid to look at the other man, when a well-shaped hand suddenly appeared before him.

"Hello. I'm Li Jianshu."

The young man drawled, emphasizing the last few words.

"Nice to meet you."

Li Xian: "..."

He... didn't recognize me, right?

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Li Jianshu hated Li Xian.

When he was ten, their master had tried to sell him. His hands were tied and his mouth was gagged. He fought and kicked as he tumbled down the stairs, his head striking the steps.

Just before he passed out from the pain, he caught one last glimpse of the teenage Li Xian walking away without so much as a glance back, his thin silhouette sharp as a blade, as if the two of them had nothing to do with each other.

Ten years later, Li Jianshu knew he could use his good looks to his advantage. He planned to make his older brother fall in love with him, then leave without looking back as revenge.

They slept together the first time they met, and things moved fast.

But there was a problem... His brother was a bona fide blockhead.

No matter how much Li Jianshu tried to tempt him, nothing worked. Their relationship went nowhere.

At last, Li Jianshu couldn't take it anymore and asked, "Brother, why won't you consider dating me?"

Li Xian lay back on the sofa and brushed him off. "What are you talking about? You're my little brother."

A shadow fell across him. Li Jianshu gripped his chin, a cold smile on his handsome face. "Little brother?"

"Who sleeps with their little brother?"

Li Xian: "..."

Oh no.

Theme: Become a bird in flight, become wild grass.