A Rare Lifetime of Peace

Who is the male lead? Qin Bohuai wondered blankly. Guess wrong, and you'll suffer for the rest of your life.

Who is the boss? Qin Bohuai wondered blankly. Guess wrong, and you'll die a hundred times.

Wait, that name sounds familiar...

Hey, isn't this the heroine from that [BEEP] story?

Oh, so there is no male lead.

After solving one of life's mysteries, Qin Bohuai was about to reward herself with a nap when a sudden realization struck her:

Wouldn't that mean a whole crowd of people would [BEEP] her, then [BEEP] her, and then [BEEP] her again?

Then she'd just train a male lead herself.

Hey, her younger brother looks pretty good. Fresh, tasty, crispy, and delicious. He's the one.

Wait, isn't she supposed to be the one training him? Why is he on top!

Get down here!

A half-smut novel that was abandoned halfway through, a heroine who deeply regrets skipping the plot and reading only the smut, and a male lead who gets specially trained (crossed out) because the heroine read only the smut and skipped the plot. A story about training and counter-training.

The Canglan waters cradle Bohuai, a rare lifetime of peace.

[The male lead is a little dark-minded. Sister-brother romance. If that bothers you, lightning bolts are going to come crashing down, so feel free to click the red X. QAQ]