An old, cringey story from ages ago ×
Ning Zhaohan had no great ambitions. His father didn't care for him and his mother didn't love him, but at least he was exceptionally talented.
One day, he took up ghost cultivation. Hm? Why are you all surrounding me? You keep saying I killed my father and my master. I'm innocent, but nobody believes me. Fine, whatever. There's nothing left to hold on to, so he took his own life.
When he woke up, huh?
"Zhaoning, I'll spend my life warming you, just as you once warmed me." That person held him tight and whispered in his ear. It was so warm, like fire, like the sun.
A ghost-cultivator bottom with poor people skills and a touch of depression (Zhaoning) / a sunny, versatile beacon of righteousness with equally poor people skills top (Ning Zhaohan)
Selfcest! (Emphasis on this!)
Theme: Two kids huddling together for warmth.
Hey! Chen Xiaogao is late
I'll update it soon when I have time, the reading effect is good, great~
Come on! I'm optimistic about you, I want to start "Cui Geng"?