Just after turning eighteen, Yi Lu woke up to find that he had transmigrated five years into the future.
Not only that, he seemed to have acquired a lover who was very much his type.
Held tightly in the man's arms, Yi Lu thought to himself.
Then, after shyly getting dressed and leaving the bedroom to have breakfast, another man who was also very much his type greeted him affectionately. "You lazybones, why are you up so early today?"
Then he kissed him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Yi Lu: "?"
Wait, this can't be right!
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