Yin Jianhe, the master of the Swordforging Manor, was born with two souls sharing one body.
One morning, Yin Jianhe woke feeling strange. He lifted the covers and saw himself lying naked with a woman, their limbs entwined.
He knew the woman. She was Ying Chao's beloved, Xun Huan.
Ying Chao was the other soul sharing his body. He had once told Yin Jianhe that he wanted to marry Xun Huan, but Yin Jianhe had refused.
He never expected this pair of illicit lovers to force his hand into marriage this way.
With no other choice, Yin Jianhe had to agree to the wedding.
The three of them agreed on three rules: Ying Chao was the one marrying Xun Huan, and it had nothing to do with him.
Whenever Yin Jianhe was awake, Xun Huan could not treat him as her husband, touch him, or do anything improper. She even had to address him respectfully as Manor Master.
Even so, Yin Jianhe could notice the newlyweds' sweetness in the little details of their life together.
He could also sense Xun Huan's habitual affection toward him, and her somewhat clumsy attempts to please him.
Yin Jianhe made things clear and drew a line between them.
"Ying Chao and I are not the same person. I ask you to behave appropriately, Madam."
At last, life became peaceful.
But soon, things took a turn for the worse.
Yin Jianhe discovered that his memories and Ying Chao's were gradually becoming shared.
Night after night, he was trapped in dreams, all of them filled with Xun Huan.
Her damp temples, her flushed cheeks, her soft, moist body pressing against him as she clung to Ying Chao with fiery passion.
Or rather, clung to him.
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Xun Huan learned to accept that Ying Chao was the husband she knew for only a small part of the time.
She also learned to keep her distance from Yin Jianhe, whose temperament was so different despite their shared face.
But for some reason, Yin Jianhe's gaze had recently been falling on her again and again. It was so direct she could hardly ignore it, and somehow even more scorching and clinging than Ying Chao's.
One day, Xun Huan was nestled in Ying Chao's arms, playfully teasing him, when she suddenly realized that someone else had taken over her husband's body.
She hurried to apologize and tried to pull her arms back from around his neck, but he abruptly caught her wrist.
Xun Huan started. "Manor Master..."
Yin Jianhe steadied her by the waist and gripped her wrist. His face expressionless, he lowered his head and asked coolly,
"Why do you call him husband, but call me Manor Master?"
Xun Huan had no idea what had gotten into him. Panicking, she struggled to pull her trapped hand free.
"Let me go..."
Yin Jianhe's expression was stern. The mouth that always uttered cold words suddenly bit down on the fingertip she pushed against him, murmuring softly,
"Is this hand the only thing that refuses to touch me?"
Xun Huan was at a loss. Yin Jianhe bit her fingertip until it was wet and red, then looked up at her.
"He and I are both your husbands. Why do you treat us so differently, Madam?"
They even shared a body. Shouldn't they share a wife, too?
"A high-minded, abstinent, cold man x a gentle, stubborn, honest, soft-hearted woman"
Both souls in the male lead are virgins. He's both an impotent husband and an overbearing lover kept outside the marriage. The husband and the lover automatically transform into each other ♻️
Theme: True love conquers all