After Raising My Wild Little Brother, My Biological Brother Came Back

Lin Qingqing was born into a chaotic era ruled by demonic cultivators. When he was eight, they killed his parents, leaving him with only a younger brother, who also went missing while they were fleeing.

He survived by begging, barely managing to feed himself, and even picked up a little tagalong.

The little tagalong was three years younger than him, just as parentless, with a runny nose. He followed Lin Qingqing around pitifully, calling him "big brother" and clinging to him for dear life. He was just like the little brother Lin Qingqing had lost.

So Lin Qingqing truly came to think of himself as his big brother. He took him along as they wandered from place to place and traveled the world, never letting him go hungry as long as he had food himself.

Then one day, Lin Qingqing met a cultivator dressed in fine clothes, tall and handsome. The cultivator saw that the little tagalong had exceptional talent and was a once-in-a-millennium cultivation prodigy.

The cultivator took them back to his sect. For the next decade or so, Lin Qingqing lived a comfortable life with plenty to eat and wear, as an ordinary outer disciple.

His little brother, meanwhile, became the most dazzling genius sword cultivator in the inner sect. But he was no longer the little tagalong who used to follow Lin Qingqing around, softly calling him big brother.

He also had a new name: Pei Xunyi.

Everyone in the sect knew that Pei Xunyi hated Lin Qingqing.

Lin Qingqing didn't understand when the little tagalong had come to hate him so much. Whenever Pei Xunyi saw him, he would sneer at him coldly, forbid him from making any friends, and even deliberately ruin his marriage prospects.

Maybe all children became rebellious when they grew up. Lin Qingqing was mild-tempered by nature, so he could only put up with Pei Xunyi's increasingly erratic and extreme behavior, forgive him for often stumbling drunkenly into his room in the middle of the night, let him rub against him like a puppy in his arms, and even forgive him for forcing Lin Qingqing to relieve his urges while holding his head down so he had to watch closely.

It was his fault for not raising his little brother right.

His little brother didn't know any better. It wasn't his fault.

Then, on the day the new disciples joined the sect, a young man who looked seven or eight parts like Lin Qingqing took first place with a set of fluent, masterful sword techniques.

Lin Qingqing recognized him at a glance. So shocked he forgot to breathe, he dashed toward him with all his might, only to have a figure block his way.

"Xunyi, that's my little brother! My real little brother!"

He was so excited to share the news that he had found his family, but a cold hand gripped his face.

"I know."

He stared up in shock. The other man's gaze was dark and gloomy, his eyes filled with violent fury, as if he were about to lose control.

"So you can't go."

That was the first time Lin Qingqing defied him.

He shoved him away with all his strength and bit down on the hand gripping him.

"I. Am. Going."

If only he could go back in time and take back those words.

He could see his brother anytime. The boy wasn't going anywhere.

So thought Lin Qingqing, pinned to the soft couch and thoroughly ravished until he was wrung dry of even his tears.

Theme: Cherish every special bond.