After Getting Tangled Up with Four Brooding Ghostly Seme

Gu Daosheng is a Heavenly Master. At eighteen, he came down from the mountain to gain experience. He was young and not very powerful, but his ambitions were huge: to kill the Ghost King. But after coming down the mountain, he never got around to doing anything proper. Instead, he started fooling around with men. He had a harem of four men: a professor, an actor, a student, and a few others whose professions had nothing to do with one another. The four had never met, and each thought he was the only one in the life of the “innocent, pure-hearted little Heavenly Master.” That is, until they discovered signs that Gu Daosheng was cheating. The first man asked darkly where the kiss mark on Gu Daosheng’s neck had come from. He hadn’t bitten him there last night. The second man glared as he pulled Gu Daosheng’s clothes open and pinched his chest, demanding to know why it had swollen. He didn’t have a sucking fetish. The third man tied Gu Daosheng up tight and examined him from head to toe, insisting he had another man on the side. Every time he said it in that icy voice, his eyes turned bloodred with fury, and he drove himself in deep. The fourth man said, “You came to see me with something still inside you…” They’re all part of the same family. Why can’t they just get along? Gu Daosheng was having a miserable time. He never caught any ghosts, yet he was exhausted every day. After learning that modern society allowed only monogamy, not multiple wives and concubines, he finally understood this knee-weakening jealousy. His scalp went numb, and he immediately broke up with them. While they still had no idea the others existed, he’d break up with them one by one! After successfully breaking up with all of them, he happened to find the Ghost King: his ex-boyfriends. Gu Daosheng’s pupils shook with shock. “?!” “Where do you think you can run? You think you can just decide you don’t want me anymore? Hah, weren’t you going to kill me?” The men smiled eerily, their eyes dark and terrifyingly obsessive. “I’m here. Do you want us all at once, or one at a time?” 【A Ghost King gong who is twisted and depraved in every way x a weak-but-horny little Heavenly Master shou】 PS: The gong has split into multiple identities, but it’s all one person. Happy ending. ★Please add my upcoming novel to your library: The Tenth Year of Marriage, Divorce~ I’m an actor, thirty years old. I debuted at twenty-seven and won Best Actor three years later. Everyone says I’m exceptionally talented. Everyone knows I’m married. After ten years of marriage, my husband and I are deeply in love. People in and outside the industry envy us because I have both a successful career and a happy love life. No one knows I forced my husband to marry me. He doesn’t love me. He only stayed with me for ten years because I was rich, powerful, and influential, and he couldn’t fight back. In our tenth year of marriage, I grew tired of this life and asked for a divorce. Zhou Shugē didn’t love me, so I thought he’d be happy, overjoyed even, when he saw the divorce papers. He wasn’t. He just glared at me with eyes so red they looked ready to bleed, furious, as though I’d abandoned him. The wicked are always punished in the end. I got into a car accident and died. Then I came back to life. This time, I returned to when I was eighteen. That was when Zhou Shugē had just transferred to my school and joined my class. According to my memories, the teacher would seat him next to me, and I would start forcing him into a relationship again, just as shamelessly as before… In this life, I wanted to be a good person, so I turned down the chance to sit beside him and kept my distance. We were two parallel lines, never to cross again. The days passed peacefully, and nothing went wrong. Until one night, a male classmate walked me home. He told a really funny joke, and I laughed the whole way. After he left, I turned to open the door. I’d just taken out my keys when a tall figure suddenly rushed over, pinned me against the door, restrained my hands, and gripped my chin. In the familiar voice of the man who had shared my bed for ten years, he demanded furiously, his voice trembling, “What’s your relationship with him? Su Tianli, you’re going to love him, aren’t you?” PS: The main story is written in third person. Theme: Flowers bloom one after another, and immortal things follow in their wake.