Private Cemetery, No Entry Without an Invitation

Three thousand years after his death, Wu Huang was finally jolted awake by people dancing on his grave. When he was alive, he was powerful and influential. Everything went his way, and he lived a carefree, happy life. He'd made all the arrangements for his death, too. His grave, burial offerings, attendants, and beloved pets were all laid out just as they had been in life: pavilions and towers, rare treasures, and even all the fluffy, slippery, adorable little creatures from his gardens. He'd died peacefully in the tomb he'd designed with such care. But his tomb was just too well made. It inspired countless legends and drew countless people to explore it. They buzzed around like flies, making so much noise that even the dead couldn't rest. Now listen... This is my tomb! My tomb! Private burial ground. No entry without permission! Do you! Get it!!! Notes: 1. A slow-burn, sweet, satisfying story. Wu Huang is the top and Dan Su the bottom. Protagonist-as-top, protagonist-as-top, protagonist-as-top. Important enough to say three times. 2. Updates every night at 8 p.m. If anything comes up, I'll post a leave notice in the comments. 3. This is all just talk on paper, meant to amuse. If anything makes you uncomfortable, please escape through the top-right corner. I hope everyone enjoys reading this. [Bows] Theme: