Wu Zhao is the last naturally born great demon, a Qiongqi. During his first transformation, he was struck by heavenly tribulation. His spiritual consciousness was damaged, and he couldn’t draw his beast core back into his body. He turned into the fluffy little ball he’d been when he was born, round and soft, small enough to fit in a palm.
To restore his spiritual consciousness, he has to absorb human essence.
But he’s no good at getting along with people, and the beast core, now in the form of a fluffy ball, has no awakened intelligence. It bites everyone it sees. No human, or even demon, wants to go near it. It’s a classic case of nobody loving or caring for him.
Until one day, a very handsome young boy stole the fluffy ball that was sleeping in his hood...
Not long after, everyone saw Mo Chuan carrying a little fluffy ball in his arms wherever he went. The little monster followed behind him, staring at his slender neck and sharpening its tiny fangs over and over, but never quite biting down...
Mo Chuan was always petting the fluffy ball, much to Wu Zhao’s annoyance. “Don’t touch me.” That was his beast core, and whatever Mo Chuan did to the little ball, he could feel it.
Mo Chuan: “?”
Wu Zhao glared at Mo Chuan. He couldn’t explain why. Forget it.
“Then I’ll keep going.” Mo Chuan buried his whole face in the fluff and took a deep sniff.
Wu Zhao: “...”
How was he supposed to put up with that?
Theme: I have to work harder and harder.
