The Little Lazy Fish Is So Sweet

Xi Yan, a carefree young man, transmigrates from a rich second-generation heir into a penniless man. His new body belongs to an unlucky fellow who disguises himself as a woman and is about to be sold by his stepmother to become the second wife of an old widower.

As he is beaten and writhes on the ground in pain, a thick leg suddenly appears before Xi Yan. Without a second thought, he grabs hold of it and rubs against it.

But this leg doesn't just radiate cold, it's also attached to a spendthrift. Looking at the thatched hut with drafts coming in from every side, Xi Yan sighs, rolls up his sleeves, and gets to work.

Before clinging to his benefactor:

Xi Yan: Husband, look at me. I'm so sweet. I can cook, warm your bed, and work the fields.

Gu Qingsong: Mm.

After clinging to his benefactor:

Xi Yan: Gu Qingsong, you're such a spendthrift. What would you do without me?

At that, Gu Qingsong silently takes out a large bag of silver.

Xi Yan: ...

Later, Xi Yan thrives in ancient times. A carefree young man gets hitched to a spendthrift and is forced to get his act together. Doesn't seem so bad, after all.

But why are people calling Gu Qingsong a general? His man is just a hunter. Xi Yan scratches his head. Honestly, he just doesn't get it.

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Gu Qingsong comes to live in seclusion in a mountain village, only to be pestered by a little dumpling who insists he is a woman.

The little dumpling is pitiful. He can't get enough to eat, and his family has nearly beaten him to death. For the first time, Gu Qingsong takes pity on someone and brings him home.

To his surprise, the little dumpling doesn't complain about the dilapidated thatched hut. Instead, he rolls up his sleeves and confidently promises to provide for the family.

After staring for a while at the little dumpling's slender, pale arms, Gu Qingsong decides he can't bear to see that porcelain skin get scratched. So, of his own accord, he brings out the savings he's been putting away for his future wife.

One rainy night, the temperature drops too low, and Xi Yan curls up in Gu Qingsong's arms, only to be pushed away.

Xi Yan, half-asleep: ...We're both men. What's the harm in hugging?

Gu Qingsong glances at his flat chest, his Adam's apple bobbing. "You're still too small."

Xi Yan: !!!

How can you say a man is small? That's a personal attack!

Cold, quiet, doting seme x cute, sweet, sunny uke

Theme: Build a life from nothing through hard work.