My Boyfriend Is a Russian Nesting Doll

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A silly little sweet romance. Complete.

My boyfriend is a Russian nesting doll.

He has seven bodies of different sizes.

Different sizes? Sounds exciting, right?

Ha, don't get ahead of yourself.

He's only as big as your fingertip. What do you think he can do?

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Gu Lianze: "I can eat ghosts."

Jiang Lin: "I don't like that."

Gu Lianze: "I have a portable pocket dimension where you can grow crops."

Jiang Lin: "Why would I want to farm!"

Gu Lianze: "I... I'm handsome, and I can spit out gold."

Jiang Lin: "Stay. Please."

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Jiang Lin didn't want a Russian nesting doll around, so he had the old monster make his debut as an entertainer.

After that, every film set Gu Lianze visited was haunted.

Jiang Lin worried his Russian nesting doll wouldn't have him around to farm and cook, and would go hungry or get bullied, so he hurried over to be his full-time companion under the pretext of being family.

After that, the whole world knew he was being kept by a famous star.

Ha, what a crap life.

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Jiang Lin: "My boyfriend is a Russian nesting doll... So what? I'll just make do. What else can we do, break up?"

Gu Lianze: "Sweetheart, let's switch sizes tonight."

Jiang Lin: "Put your pants on and leave, please."

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One-on-one! Only one top!

An entertainment-industry farming story dressed up as a supernatural tale.

A deceptively sweet-looking big shot top who plays dumb to catch his prey x a perpetually clueless, money-loving bottom who grows over time

Upcoming fantasy romance, male-led: Master Ran Off with Three Wild Men [Ancient to Modern]. Please add it to your collection~

[Bottom]

Mo Buxin was exceptionally talented.

But he had a dog of a disciple, Qi Heng, who always had to outdo him in everything.

So annoying.

Even today, when they were both undergoing their tribulations, his disciple insisted on going first.

But after that thunderclap, his disciple transmigrated, and so did he.

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The once-arrogant disciple was now gravely wounded and on the verge of death.

In this strange world, whose location was unknown, he was as weak as a baby animal.

Mo Buxin: "Just die."

But his pitiful disciple clutched his robe. "Master... don't leave me behind."

Mo Buxin was unwilling, but still had no choice but to look after him.

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With his naturally beautiful face, effortless acting skills, exceptional courage, and three thousand years of hard-earned demon-slaying skills,

Mo Buxin finally made it into the entertainment industry.

He even accidentally became a huge success.

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Big shots from all walks of life also began extending invitations.

The wealthy Best Actor: "Will you star in this movie with me?"

The promising young Major General: "My warship will always welcome you."

The prestigious Crown Prince: "Would you like to visit my castle?"

Mo Buxin: "Is this really the kind of pleasure an ascetic like me is allowed to enjoy?"

Mo Buxin: "A weak disciple? Who's that? I don't have a disciple."

[Top]

When Qi Heng, the sole god of the three thousand worlds, arrived here, he found the three wisps of his soul that he had once casually cast away.

One had become a general, one a Best Actor, and one a Crown Prince.

His recuperation was simply a matter of taking on these forms and teasing his little master to his heart's content.

Until the day Qi Heng saw this text message

Mo Buxin: "Wait a little longer! Once my disciple is dead, I'll go with you!"

Qi Heng: Hm? This is a huge problem!

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From that day on, Qi Heng kept feeling that his little master looked at him as if there were an unspoken message in his eyes:

"Disciple, are you going to die already? Your master wants to run off with those wild men."

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Qi Heng: ? Can someone save me... I think I've gone too far...

Master? Look at me? Look at your adorable little disciple too, okay? Master? Master!

Maaaster!!!!

[Top: He's the strongest in the three thousand worlds, but that doesn't stop him from constantly trying to get himself killed.]

[Bottom: A cool, alluring beauty who watches calmly as certain people find ever more creative ways to get themselves killed.]

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"You can mess with me, you can mess with my body, but don't mess with my money."

"I'm twenty-four. Is there something wrong with liking money?"

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Xing Ye kept a canary, but damn, this bird was way too noisy.

"Boss, give me money. Boss, look at me. Boss, I'm hungry. Boss, give me money, give me money, give me money. I've spent it all again."

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Chi Hui debuted at eighteen and was now twenty-four.

Xing Ye had kept him for six years.

"Boss, are you really not going to do anything to me? I feel kind of bad taking your money."

Xing Ye: "If you don't want it, give it back."

Chi Hui: "Yay! A sucker!"

Xing Ye liked giving him money. He liked seeing Chi Hui's eyes light up when he got it.

Even though the noisy canary really only cared about money.

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Xing Ye used money to keep him by his side for six years, until the company began to crumble and teetered on the brink of bankruptcy.

He scraped together one last sum of money and tossed it to Chi Hui. "Go."

Chi Hui blinked his rabbit eyes. "...So there's no more money after this? Really none? How could this happen..."

Xing Ye smiled bitterly, unwilling to look at the disappointment on Chi Hui's face.

Chi Hui: "Then wait for me..."

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That day, Xing Ye watched as Chi Hui made twenty-eight trips with a battered backpack.

He carried stacks of gold bars over to him, one load at a time.

With red-rimmed eyes and tears on the verge of falling, Chi Hui asked, "Is this enough for you to make a comeback?"

Xing Ye: ? Is it still too late to turn myself in?

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Chi Hui put the money in front of his boss, then burst into tears.

Xing Ye was deeply moved, almost ready to confess, when the noisy canary said,

"Boss, sob! I've been saving for six years, so you absolutely have to pay me back! You have to make a comeback. It's not easy to find another sucker like you, sob, sob! Hic!"

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