Marry a Pillow and Carry It Around

Coming soon: My Master Ran Off with Three Wild Men [Ancient-to-Modern Transmigration] and I Really Do Love Money. Please add them to your reading list.

[Completed]

On the second day after his debut, Yue Chu married someone under the terms of a contract.

Half of his wedding ring was embedded in his hand.

The other half dangled from a pillow.

Under the contract, he was to stay by his beloved's side every moment of every day.

·

Over the next seven years, he went from a nobody to an award-winning actor and TV star.

No matter where he went, he always carried his pillow.

When reporters finally found a matching ring on it,

Yue Chu irritably ruffled his hair. "Yeah, I have a fetish for objects. Happy now?"

Then his popularity went up instead of down.

Yue Chu: ?

·

In the seventh year, a bare-chested man sat at the foot of the bed, turning the wedding ring over in his hand.

"Come here."

Yue Chu: "Get lost."

"Aren't we lovers?"

Yue Chu: "We're not."

The man didn't force him. He only invited him to sleep together.

After that, the two men lay in bed with their eyes wide open, both staring at the ceiling.

Yue Chu: I'm screwed. I can't sleep unless I'm using him as a pillow.

Ying Xianzhang: I'm screwed. I can't sleep unless someone's using me as a pillow.

·

On the third sleepless night,

Yue Chu was pulled into the man's arms.

"Go to sleep! Do you hear me?"

Yue Chu, fighting sleep, kicked him away.

The man simply pulled him close again and gently bit his earlobe.

"Please."

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A ridiculous, irresistible bottom x a doting, principled Heavenly Dao top

A sweet, everyone-loves-him story, with a powerful couple and a top who has to grovel to win his lover back.

Please add my upcoming fantasy BL novel, My Master Ran Off with Three Wild Men [Ancient-to-Modern Transmigration], to your reading list!

[Bottom]

Mo Buxin is exceptionally talented.

But he has a damn disciple, Qi Heng, who insists on outdoing him at everything.

So annoying.

Even today, when he was crossing his tribulation, the disciple insisted on going first.

But after that clap of thunder, the disciple transmigrated, and so did Mo Buxin.

·

The once-arrogant disciple was now gravely injured and on the brink of death.

In this strange world, he was as weak as a newborn beast.

Mo Buxin: "Good. Die."

But the damn disciple grabbed his robe pitifully. "Master... don't leave me behind."

Mo Buxin was thoroughly unwilling, but he had no choice but to take care of him.

·

With his naturally beautiful face, effortless acting skills, exceptional courage, and three thousand years of training in demon-hunting, Mo Buxin finally broke into show business.

He even managed to make a real name for himself.

·

Powerful figures from every corner of society began courting him.

A wealthy award-winning actor: "Will you act in this film with me?"

A young, promising major general: "My warship will always welcome you."

A crown prince of exalted status: "Would you like to visit my castle?"

Mo Buxin: "Is this really the kind of pleasure a person devoted to secluded cultivation is allowed to enjoy?"

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

[Top]

When Qi Heng, the only god in the three thousand worlds, arrived here, he found three wisps of soul he'd casually cast away in the past.

One had become a general, one an award-winning actor, and one a crown prince.

His daily routine while recovering was simply to take on their forms and tease his little master to his heart's content.

Until one day, Qi Heng saw a text message:

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

Qi Heng: Hm? This is a huge problem!

·

From that day on, Qi Heng couldn't help thinking that his little master's gaze seemed to hold a message:

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

·

Qi Heng: ? Can someone help me...? I think I've taken this 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 come up with ever more creative ways to court disaster.]

Please add my upcoming novel, I Really Do Love Money, to your reading list!

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

"I'm twenty-four. What's wrong with liking money?"

·

Xing Ye keeps a canary, but damn, this bird is 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."

·

He debuted at eighteen and is now twenty-four.

Chi Hui has been kept by Xing Ye for six years.

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

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

Chi Hui: "Great! A sucker!"

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

Even though the noisy canary really only cares about money.

·

Xing Ye used money to keep him by his side for six years, until the company was on the verge of collapse.

He scraped together the last of his money and tossed it to Chi Hui. "Go."

Chi Hui blinked his rabbit-like eyes. "...So you don't have any money left? Really? How did this happen...?"

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

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

·

That day, Xing Ye watched him make twenty-eight trips with a battered backpack, carrying stacks of gold bars over to him one load at a time.

Chi Hui's eyes were red, and he looked as if he might cry. "Is this enough for you to make a comeback?"

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

·

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

Xing Ye was deeply moved and nearly confessed his feelings, but then he heard the noisy canary say,

"Boss, waah! I saved this for six years. You have to remember to pay me back! You have to make a comeback! It's hard to find another sucker like you, waah! *hic!*"

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