After Death, I Became My Nemesis's White Moonlight [Reborn]

My silly comedy novel, I Carried the Villain Like a Baby and Ran Away, is now available. Please add it to your favorites, qwq.

Novel synopsis:

Yi Jianqing has seen Lin Xueji in many different states: glaring at him in anger, blushing to the tips of his ears, cold and untouchable, lost in passion, and dressed in wedding robes. He’s seen it all.

Except for the way he looks as he’s dying.

Now he can see it.

Angst / fake substitute / misunderstandings / loving you but unable to say it / amnesia / lots of flashbacks

It’s angsty, and both the gong and shou suffer. It’s very oppressive. I just want to write some melodramatic angst, not a scum gong. There’s no groveling arc, so if that’s what you want to read, you can leave.

Next up: the silly sweet treat I Carried the Villain Like a Baby and Ran Away

Song Lingping transmigrates into a book, becoming a cannon fodder character in a fantasy novel who lusts after the villain’s looks. He has just drugged the villain and is about to force himself on him.

The villain is ruthless. What good could possibly come of offending him? Facing an imminent physical cremation, Song Lingping decisively turns tail and runs, leaving the villain alone to suffer.

*

Life is wonderful when you stay away from the villain. He even picked up a kid to raise for fun.

But why is the kid looking more and more like the big villain?

Song Lingping panics: Damn, did I kidnap the big villain’s son?

*

Later, the kid confesses his love for him.

Song Lingping is suffocating: If I defile the villain’s son, will the villain let me get away with it?

He coldly turns him down: Sorry, I like your dad.

The kid is heartbroken and swears he’ll cuckold his dad.

Song Lingping: ...Fine.

*

In the end, he discovers this isn’t the villain’s kid at all. This is the villain himself.

The villain holds him captive in his arms: Aren’t you the one who likes me?

Song Lingping: I was just lying to your son!

The villain strokes his lower belly and chuckles: I don’t have a son. Why don’t you give me one?

Theme: Reconcile with the world, and with yourself.