I Took Off After Picking Up a Sickly Beauty

One-sentence summary: Senior Brother is just too aloof.

Original title: My Senior Brother Is Sick

Bai Xiaoguo, from a tiny sect, only went to a great immortal sect to do some odd jobs. Instead, he came back with a sickly senior brother in tow.

His senior brother, Qing Yu, had a noble status and was the future sect leader. But after a sudden fall from grace, he tumbled from the heights into the mud. The immortal sect abandoned him, the sect leader despised him, and nobody cared about him.

Bai Xiaoguo wanted to return him, but the sect leader simply said, "He's dying. Bury him."

What happened to "your disciple"? What happened to "the apple of your eye"? How could you just say to bury him?

In the end, Bai Xiaoguo couldn't return him and was thrown out, too.

Looking at the lifeless person in his arms, he made up his mind: "If they don't want him, I do. I'll sell everything I own if I have to. He's so good-looking."

But after taking him in, he discovered that his senior brother was in poor health and had a terrible temper. He was impossible to please.

Bai Xiaoguo carried over freshly brewed tea with a beaming smile. "Senior Brother, have some tea."

Qing Yu glanced at it. "It's cold."

Bai Xiaoguo had no choice but to brew another cup. "Senior Brother, I only just made it."

Qing Yu glanced at it again. "The flowers have boiled to mush."

Bai Xiaoguo went and made another cup. "Senior Brother, the flowers haven't even unfurled this time. You can drink it."

Qing Yu pulled up the covers and lay back down. "The flowers aren't cooked."

Bai Xiaoguo was at a loss. He'd taken him in, so he'd have to care for him even if he had to get down on his knees. Besides, he was so handsome. "Senior Brother, I'll make it again. Can I touch your face tonight?"

Qing Yu's beautiful eyes lifted slightly, and he chuckled. "Your drool fell into the tea."

Later, Senior Brother Qing Yu returned to the immortal sect and became that lofty senior brother once more.

Bai Xiaoguo thought he would never have to brew tea again, but one night, Qing Yu cornered him and asked if he wanted some.

A passing disciple saw their senior brother, who had never lifted a finger for himself, making tea. He even carried the cup back to his room personally. From inside came a soft, coaxing voice: "Behave, and I won't bother you tonight."

The penniless, treasure-scavenging bottom Bai Xiaoguo x the sickly, beautiful top Qing Yu

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The fox demon Bai Su, imprisoned in the Demon-Locking Pagoda, realized something was odd about himself. Every few days, he'd wake up aching all over, as if he'd spent the night fighting the little demons.

The little demons all claimed not to know anything and kept their distance, afraid to come near him.

Then one day, he woke from a daze to find himself lying on a stone bed, with a handsome man of slender build and delicate features asleep beside him. The man was bound with ropes.

Still groggy, Bai Su noticed that one end of the rope was in his own hand. Who was this?

The man raised his beautiful eyes slightly. "Playing dumb? Where's that swagger you had last night when you forced me to marry you?"

A few days later, Bai Su found the man lying beside him again, watching him with a cold gaze.

Torn clothes were scattered all around them, and the man's body was covered in scratch marks.

The little fox glanced at his own claws, turned back into his original form in fright, and fled to his den.

What happened? Why can't I remember anything?

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Lin Qing found a tiny fish by a stream on South Mountain. It was small, but if he raised it, he could eat it when it grew bigger.

But later he realized that there was something unusual about this fish. Every so often, it dropped a couple of pearls. Was this what happened when it got indigestion and pooped out stones?

The pearls were rare. He looked at the kitchen knife in his hand and thought it over, then decided to raise the fish a little longer.

One day, he went to the pond to collect the pearls as usual, but a pair of hands pulled him into the water.

He stared at the person clinging to his neck, tears streaming down their face, a blue tail resting against his feet. He cried out, "You're not a fish!"

Bai Zhiru nuzzled his neck, holding a pile of pearls in his hands as he said with a charming smile, "A Qing, you can have the pearls. How about we have little fish together?"

After that, Lin Qing stopped going to the pond to collect pearls, because the pearls came to him on their own.

The owners of the shops were curious about where he got such a steady supply of pearls, so they sent people to follow him in secret. None of them ever came back.

Lin Qing looked at Bai Zhiru, who was sitting by the pond and efficiently dealing with a skull. He raised an eyebrow. "Did you do this?"

Bai Zhiru flung the skull into the pond and began to cry, looking deeply aggrieved. "A Qing, they were so scary. They were stealing your pearls. I was frightened."

Lin Qing watched him complain with such a pitiful expression, his hands still stained with blood. Couldn't he at least wash his hands first?

Theme: Life is disappointing eight or nine times out of ten. You can't have everything your way, but you can hope to have a clear conscience.