When the King of Hell Comes Knocking

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Cold-faced, sickly bottom x silver-tongued top

Chang Ning x Qi Yan

Chang Ning was frail and sickly from birth. He spent his first three months in an incubator, got chickenpox at one, a high fever at three, a congenital heart condition at six, pneumonia at ten, and nearly drowned at twelve before being rescued. After that, he fell ill less often, but he still always looked under the weather.

His family figured it must be the Bodhisattvas, Buddha, the immortals, their ancestors' graves, and every last one of Chang Ning's longevity locks, safety pendants, and jade ruyi charms... all working together to keep him alive.

Under his family's careful watch, Chang Ning made it safely to nineteen, until one day an unwelcome guest arrived.

Qi Yan: "I'm the King of Hell."

Chang Ning: "And I'm the Overlord."

Qi Yan: "..."

Qi Yan said he had come to the mortal world to undergo a trial. Put simply, he needed to catch a few ghosts and take them back.

Chang Ning: "Isn't that what a self-proclaimed King of Hell is supposed to do?"

Qi Yan: "..."

Qi Yan added that he was the top official in the underworld, and that a good life would be waiting for him once he passed his trial and returned.

Chang Ning: "You can have it. No need to thank me."

Qi Yan: "..."

Qi Yan decided to use his trump card.

Qi Yan: "You already have a family in the underworld. Are you really going to abandon your wife and child?"

Chang Ning: "..."

When they returned, Chang Ning pointed at the empty underworld. "Where are my wife and child?"

Qi Yan pointed at himself. "To be precise, it's a husband. As for a child... shall we try our best?"

[Reading Guide]

1. A story about a King of Hell who waits in vain for his wife to return from her trial, then decides to come down and find him himself.

2. Qi Yan is the top, Chang Ning is the bottom. Qi Yan is older. Don't get them mixed up!

3. Both are sexually inexperienced, both are strong, fake sickly bottom x real King of Hell, with very strong mutual feelings.

4. It has supernatural episodic plots, but the romance takes priority. At heart, it's a silly comedy, so just have fun reading.

5. Believe in science. Please don't scrutinize the details.

A similar supernatural story coming soon from my author page.

My Wife Misses You, My Wife Misses You, My Wife Misses You

Aloof, sickly beauty bottom x scheming, obsessive demon king top who protects his lover

Su Ling x Zhong Jue

In Xizhou stood a temple called Lingzhao Temple. Inside was a stone wall covered in Buddhist scriptures. They said that if you touched the character representing your heart's desire, it would manifest and grant your wish. People stretched out their arms and strained to touch the characters that embodied their deepest desires. They were always the same few characters: "heart," "want," "more," and "gain." The paint had worn away from being touched so often. Only one young man stood in a corner of the wall, his fingertip repeatedly tracing a character nobody else would touch.

That character was "nothing."

No delusion, no attachment, no desire, no thought.

Everyone looked at him in confusion. But the man wore a trench coat, with his bangs covering most of his eyes. What little of his gaze remained was dark and gloomy, and his entire appearance screamed, "Stay away."

No one dared ask what this young man, who came every day to touch the character "nothing," hoped to gain. What obsession could make him stand in the corner, praying with such devotion, rain or shine, without fail?

Then, one night, lightning and thunder filled the sky. A purple bolt silently struck into the young man's stubborn gaze. A flash of white passed before his eyes, and beneath the golden-scripture-covered stone wall, a frail man in white suddenly appeared, his long hair slightly damp.

The man in white raised his lashes and looked at Zhong Jue. Zhong Jue froze for a moment. Then the man smiled faintly and raised his hand, just as he had in Zhong Jue's memories all those years ago.

Zhong Jue's pupils contracted. After a moment of stunned silence, he hurried forward and reverently took the man's hand, his voice trembling with emotion.

"I've waited for you."

-

Su Ling was a shabby character with few worshippers. After all, no one really wanted to pray for "nothing."

Perhaps several thousand years ago, Su Ling, who had not been worshipped by any believers in a long time, suddenly felt a palm press against him. When he looked, he saw a dying little boy, blood smeared across the hand he had pressed to the stone wall, his gaze unwilling and defiant.

Su Ling was moved by compassion and casually saved the boy. But he hadn't expected that saving him would use up all the offerings he had collected over so long. So he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

When he awoke, his magical powers were weak. The moment he opened his eyes, a man was kneeling before him on one knee, head bowed. The fingers clasping his hand were trembling, as if he were handling the god he believed in with all his heart.

"My savior," the man said softly, raising his eyes. His handsome face was filled with undisguised devotion.

Su Ling: "?"

Wait, I saved you several thousand years ago, and you're still alive?

Short scene:

As an old immortal who had barely ever set foot in the mortal world, Su Ling always felt Zhong Jue was taking advantage of his ignorance and getting up to no good.

For instance, they had to sleep in the same bed at night. Zhong Jue claimed the mortal world was too damp, and they needed to share a bed to keep warm.

Su Ling poked Zhong Jue's chest. "Is the mortal world really this damp? I feel pretty hot."

Zhong Jue tightened his arms around Su Ling. "Yes. It's only because we're lying together that you don't feel cold."

Su Ling nodded, half understanding, then suddenly reached up to undo his collar.

Zhong Jue: "?"

Su Ling looked up, puzzled. "Don't we have to be close together? It might not work as well through our clothes."

[Reading Guide]

1. Both are sexually inexperienced. There is quite a bit about the bottom's frail health.

2. The top is a total simp. His wife always comes first.

Believe in science. Please don't scrutinize the details.

Theme: Love saves the world.