The Sickly Kitty's Identity Is Revealed

Upcoming: You Coach Passed Out Again [Esports], The Imperial Preceptor Hasn't Got Long to Live, The Sickly One Is Chasing His Lover Through Hell Please add them to your reading list! [Cold, Stoic, Stubbornly Loyal Top Who Says One Thing and Means Another x Carefree Bottom Who Knows He Won't Live Long] Cen Wanyao is a hugely popular movie star. His true form is catlike, but he is an ancient great demon with a short lifespan. When faced with countless people professing their love, Cen Wanyao smiles nonchalantly: Don't fall for me. I won't live long, so it won't work out. Because of his poor health, all of Cen Wanyao's friends and family dote on him. Everyone, that is, except his longtime nemesis, Wen Cangzhu. As luck would have it, the first thing the icy nemesis does after returning to the country is acquire the entertainment company Cen Wanyao works for. Cen Wanyao: ...I'm doomed! To spend what little time he has left in peace, Cen Wanyao turns into a cat and sneaks into Wen Cangzhu's home to scope out the enemy. Instead, he crashes straight into his nemesis's arms. Wen Cangzhu holds up the dazed little kitten and looks at him for a few seconds. Wen Cangzhu: You're all soft and floppy. Cen Wanyao: ?! Wen Cangzhu: I'll toss you to the big dog at home to play with. Cen Wanyao: ...Wen Cangzhu, you're dead! The cold and authoritative Mr. Wen, who only keeps dogs, suddenly has a little kitten in his arms. The little kitten refuses to take his medicine. Wen Cangzhu looks at the brown paw prints in the medicinal soup spilled all over the floor. “Behave, or I'll pin you down with the dog's paws.” Cen Wanyao grits his teeth and gulps down the medicine, coughing angrily. That night, a warm hand circles and rubs his soft belly for the whole night. The little kitten won't settle down to sleep. After spending the whole night covering him with blankets, Wen Cangzhu says, “Behave, or I'll put you to sleep beside the big dog.” Cen Wanyao curls up coldly in the corner, scratching at the floor. That night, Wen Cangzhu simply pulls him into his arms. Cen Wanyao is confused and annoyed. “Why is he so nice to me when I'm a cat, but when I'm human...” Cen Wanyao suddenly doesn't want to turn back. Until one day, he can't stop himself from changing back into a human. Cen Wanyao waits for Wen Cangzhu to coldly tell him to get out. Instead, he gets a trembling embrace. “You... came back.” Cen Wanyao's eyes widen slightly. --Has my nemesis gone crazy from all my scratching? [Looks human, but may not actually be one Top x Ancient great demon who keeps getting mistaken for a cat Bottom] Reader's Guide: 1. The Bottom is doted on by everyone: soft, fluffy, and adorable. 2. The Bottom is sickly and will never get better, but he won't die either. Happy ending. 3. The Top spoils the Bottom like crazy. Their Schrodinger's nemesis dynamic exists only so he can spoil him even more. 4. Weibo: @Jinjiang Xia Han Miao. I'll post little snippets from time to time! -- Currently serializing: You Coach Passed Out Again [Esports], with six or ten thousand characters a day! [Looks aloof but says shocking things, jealous Top x Looks carefree and always smiling but is fragile as glass, sickly beauty Bottom] The year the championship was once again just one step out of reach, Tp team captain and shot-caller Tp_Sheng announced his retirement amid a storm of criticism. Everyone mocked him, saying Tp_Sheng had stayed with the powerhouse Tp team for so many years only because of his good looks. No one remembered that Tp_Sheng had once led Tp to five consecutive championships. No one remembered that Tp_Sheng suffered from asthma, and that in its worst year, he was taken straight from the arena to the hospital by ambulance. The Tp team fell into a slump for the next year, until the roster was completely changed the year after that. · A sickly beauty named Yu Sheng, always smiling, appeared as a streamer on a live-streaming platform. He was full of cheeky banter. Though he always wore a half-smile and never seemed serious, his skills were undeniable, and he quickly attracted a large following. “Your voice is so nice, streamer. Why do you never show your face?” Yu Sheng yawned, speaking in a languid tone. “Because I'm afraid you'll fall in love with me.” “You're so good at the game... Have you considered going pro?” Yu Sheng paused, and for once, his smile faded. “No.” The chat eagerly asked why. Yu Sheng lowered his eyes, his voice soft. “I'm not well. Going pro means day and night schedules... It'd be like asking me to die.” The chat instantly filled with messages saying they felt sorry for him. Shi Xing, who had asked whether he would go pro, paused, his lips slowly pressing together. The next second, Yu Sheng suddenly smiled again. “Besides, most importantly, I have to leave the pros a chance to survive.” Shi Xing, who had just been feeling guilty: “...” Shi Xing took a deep breath and slowly typed another message: “Then would you consider becoming a coach?” “A coach...” Yu Sheng stared at the message, his lashes trembling. “Sure.” Shi Xing had expected to be turned down, so he paused, a faint sense of dread rising in his heart. The next second, a team invitation appeared in his private messages. “If I coach, I'll make the players cry,” Yu Sheng said, resting his chin in his hand, his voice tinged with amusement. “If you cry, big guy, I'll be your coach.” Shi Xing: “...” · After Shi Xing narrowly beat him in both matches, Yu Sheng gazed at the darkened screen, reluctant to call it a night. He found himself genuinely wavering. He rubbed his wrist and spoke with unusual seriousness. “Best of three. Fine, I'll consider coaching. Which team are you with?” A private message popped up. Yu Sheng looked at the words “Tp team,” his fingers clenching until they turned pale. “I've thought it over. I won't be your coach after all. Find someone else.” Shi Xing, who had just breathed a sigh of relief: “...?” · Months later, on a night when the number of times they did it depended on who won the game, Yu Sheng realized he was about to lose. His fingers trembled, and he decided to beg for mercy. He leaned close to Shi Xing's ear, his voice playful. “Big guy, keep going and you'll make me cry.” Shi Xing's lips curled slightly, but his mouse clicked decisively. “You play even harder when you're crying.” [He's being mischievous, and he's laughing.] -- Coming next: The Imperial Preceptor Hasn't Got Long to Live Please add it to your reading list! [Warm and refined on the outside, scheming and jealous on the inside, prince Top x Carefree on the outside, bent on dying on the inside, imperial preceptor Bottom] The imperial preceptor Ji Chiwei does as he pleases. With a beauty mark beneath his eyes, he is the very picture of irresistible charm. His favorite things in life, besides getting drunk against a beauty's lap, are gazing out the window at distant Chang'an. Oh, and his actual job: predicting the fate of the empire. --Except... Ji Chiwei snaps his fan shut and yawns. “Fortune-telling? Tomorrow. I'm tired today.” Rumor has it that Ji Chiwei is the person most likely in a hundred years to truly glimpse the Mandate of Heaven. Unfortunately, getting him to do it is harder than reaching the heavens. Third Prince Rong Jin hears the rumor and smiles gently. He looks at the man sitting beside him with no semblance of decorum. “Senior Brother, do you really hate telling fortunes for people?” “Huh?” Ji Chiwei sits up groggily and instinctively tells a fortune for his junior brother. “Tonight, stars will fall like rain. It's unwise to stay home, lest you suffer a bloody calamity.” Rong Jin smiles. “Speak plainly.” Ji Chiwei leans toward his junior brother, Zhong Jin, with a bright smile. “There's a meteor shower tonight. Why don't you come watch it with me?” Rong Jin: ... The rumors are quite wrong. Ji Chiwei, who supposedly never predicts the Mandate of Heaven lightly, can't help divining his junior brother's fate every few steps. · As the least favored prince, Rong Jin was sent to the State-Guarding Temple as a child to become the final disciple of a senior monk. He gazed toward Chang'an in the distance, vowing to reclaim everything that belonged to him. More than ten years later, Rong Jin returned to the capital with a sickly beauty of an imperial preceptor at his side, always smiling: Ji Chiwei. Ji Chiwei helped Rong Jin reclaim political power step by step, but Rong Jin was alarmed to see his senior brother growing paler and paler. After completing his final divination, Ji Chiwei braced himself against the table and coughed. Blood trickled between his fingers. --Glimpsing the secrets of heaven takes years off one's life. All things have their causes and consequences; the cycle of reincarnation cannot be broken. “Didn't you want the whole world, Junior Brother?” “I'll give it all to you, even if it costs me my life.” “Junior Brother... don't be sad.” [I want to write a pampered Bottom who seems carefree and unconcerned with everything, but is actually in very poor health. OvO] -- Coming next: The Sickly Bottom Is Chasing His Lover Through Hell Please add it to your reading list! [Reborn scumbag Top turns into a loyal dog, with overwhelming possessiveness x Genius cardiologist Bottom who picked up a child in his past life, is reborn, and is raised by that child] Both are reborn. The Top pursues his lover through hell. The Bottom is sickly. Su Jinnian's greatest regret in his previous life was taking Chu Wang home the year he graduated. At the time, he was the youngest genius doctor at the National Medical University. He had congenital heart disease, yet was brilliant, bold, and lonely. He offended his mentor to make Chu Wang his junior disciple, then taught him everything he had learned over the years, holding nothing back despite his own serious illness. All because Chu Wang had said, “Brother, I want to learn what you learned, so I can cure you one day.” Then Su Jinnian watched Chu Wang take his friends and his research away from him. When Su Jinnian's heart condition flared up, Chu Wang said with indifference, “Aren't you the best doctor, Brother? If you can't do it, there's nothing I can do.” Su Jinnian loved curving his peach-blossom eyes and holding out his arms to Chu Wang, who would stand silently before him, as though waiting for a lost puppy to find its way home. Eventually, the puppy grew into a wolfdog, bit him, and pinned him down, watching him die in despair amid endless agony. · Reborn, Su Jinnian came to his senses. He decided to avoid every possible connection with Chu Wang from the very start. --But he had no idea why things kept going against his plans. On the rainy night when he was supposed to pick up Chu Wang, Su Jinnian slept like the dead at home, only to inexplicably find Chu Wang, soaked through, outside his door. He lowered his eyes and nudged Chu Wang, who had passed out from a fever at his doorstep. “Move. A good dog doesn't block the way.” Chu Wang pushed himself up and crawled a little to the side. “...Sorry.” Su Jinnian was an excellent senior student in charge of admissions. Right in front of Chu Wang, he tore his application into shreds. Propping his arm up, he raised an eyebrow. “The admission requirements aren't for show. My master's program doesn't take dead weight.” Chu Wang crouched down and carefully picked up every scrap of paper. “It's my fault. Don't get angry. Your health can't take it.” Su Jinnian worked in the lab until he fainted and ended up in the hospital, only to find Chu Wang inexplicably enrolled when he returned to campus. He splashed a cup of water in Chu Wang's face. “Pulling strings, Chu Wang? Have you no shame?” Chu Wang calmly refilled his cup. “I have no shame, but you can't be left without anyone to look after you.” Six months later, Su Jinnian suffered a heart attack and struggled amid a jumble of memories. As Chu Wang approached, he grabbed a scalpel and pressed it to his neck. “Come any closer... and I'll kill you.” This time, Chu Wang did not obey. He let the scalpel cut his skin, then kissed Su Jinnian on the lips amid the smell of blood, forcing the medicine into his mouth. Chu Wang's eyes were bloodshot. “Su Jinnian, you are not allowed to die in front of me again.” Su Jinnian was silent for a moment, then his peach-blossom eyes slowly curved. “Chu Wang, have you never heard that a doctor can't cure himself?” [May we meet again in Jinnian, though how can we speak of forever?] [Top who's always afraid the Bottom will die x Bottom who doesn't really want to live but is determined to make the Top die] Theme: Protect rare animals and nature so we can live better.