[A seemingly devoted husband and father who is actually a lustful, lovesick, pleasure-seeking lunatic of a top x a conscientious, honest bottom who just wants to support his family]
Tan Shen was a well-known honest soul among the foxes of Qingqiu. Slow-moving and soft-hearted, even when riled up he could only manage a fluffy little outburst. He really didn’t have much backbone.
Among his alluring kin, all bewitching smiles and flirtatious eyes, he was as wooden as could be. The only bewitching trick he’d learned was to tickle people under the chin with the tip of his tail.
Luckily, there really was a fool who fell for it.
He was a mild-mannered, ordinary scholar who always had a faint smile on his lips. Gentle and tender, he would brush the fur on Tan Shen’s tail and kiss the fox ears Tan Shen couldn’t hide on top of his head.
Three years into their marriage, after nights of utterly unrestrained lovemaking, Tan Shen found himself carrying something in his belly… an egg??
Drained of spiritual power and shrunk down into a delicate, three-inch doll, he panted and sweated as he clutched his egg and looked back in confusion.
His husband had been scared off.
*
Zhang Xianhe died. To be precise, he was skinned alive, had his bones ripped out and his heart carved up, then was torn to pieces and devoured like livestock.
Afterward, every wisp of spiritual energy that sustained the Myriad Worlds was extracted from the rich blood and marrow of his corpse.
People called him a savior, a god, and so it was only natural that he should die for all living beings.
Ten thousand years later, he descended from a ruined Buddhist altar, his expression still compassionate.
He crushed the Sword Venerable’s skull and slaughtered the sect he himself had founded. Blood streamed down the long steps. Calm and silent, Zhang Xianhe walked straight toward the last disciple, who was kowtowing frantically and begging for his life, when someone tugged at his silver hair, which fell to his ankles.
Zhang Xianhe turned around and saw a palm-sized little person with an egg bundled in a cloth on his back. The tiny figure looked up at him furiously and shouted, “Hello!”
“Please pay child support.”
At first, Zhang Xianhe didn’t take the foolish little thing seriously. Later, watching Tan Shen try to hatch the egg like a little chick, he amusedly reached out and tickled his lover’s belly with a fingertip. His manner remained refined and gentle, but jealousy seeped through his eyes like blood.
“Are you still refusing to tell me who he is?”
Tan Shen: “?”
Note: The top and bottom are both pure in body and heart, and they only have each other. The egg is the top’s, haha.
[Blurb recorded on 2026/6/14, screenshot archived]
Theme: Keep moving forward without wavering. Don’t stop.
