My Gloomy Junior Brother Is Carrying My Baby

Yun Shi had never seen his parents. He was half-demon, a cultivation vessel, an object, a monster the world would never accept. The wandering immortal Yuanmeng rescued Yun Shi, who was on the verge of death in a wolf's jaws, and brought him to Yuanmeng Island.

Yuanmeng Island had flowers, grass, trees, birds... and Xihe.

Until he was fourteen, Xihe had admired the sanctimonious Yuanmeng with all his heart, just like the idiot in front of him, who was unbelievably foolish.

Yun Shi glared at Xihe with round, angry eyes. His fists slowly clenched, his lips pressed together, and he lowered his head before charging at him with a rumbling roar.

Yun Shi slammed into Xihe, making his chest ache. After that, Xihe never mentioned that bald monk Yuanmeng in front of him again.

Xihe tapped Yun Shi's ear tip, vexed. I raised you, so how come you like that bald monk best?

Yun Shi bit Xihe's fingertip, and Xihe resigned himself to silence.

Yun Shi couldn't retract his ears and tail, and his behavior was just as animal-like.

When he was happy, Yun Shi would lick Xihe's mouth and eyes and circle around him. When he was dejected, he would curl up in Xihe's arms. When he was sad, he would ball himself up, and Xihe had to kiss the base of his tail to make him feel better...

Everything about Yun Shi bore Xihe's mark. So when he found out Xihe had treated him as a cultivation vessel, was that why he'd been so angry?

Yuanmeng had been wandering for ten years. The moment he returned, he discovered that his junior disciple had been thoroughly seduced by his senior disciple. Furious, he said,