Yes, We've Been Married for Five Years

[This outline has gone way off track. This is a romance-focused story, but the outline is all plot, and I haven't figured out how to fix it yet. I'll come back to it when I can. I will definitely finish this book! After all, it's the first one I've seriously worked on, with proper character designs and an outline.]

Interstellar ABO, double A power couple

A hypocritical, shameless top x a proud and aloof, softhearted bottom

Everyone knows that Ji Huai and Qi Heng are sworn enemies.

They're the same age, both S-rank Alphas, and each commands a unit, "Silver Wing" and "Night Raid." Of course they're at each other's throats.

On the training field, they fight so fiercely that neither can get the upper hand.

The soldiers watching: They beat each other up all the time. We're used to it.

At high-level meetings, they clash and trade barbed insults.

The officers watching: They argue at every meeting. We're used to it.

On the interstellar network, they post at the same time: Yes, we're married.

The picture shows a pair of hands holding each other, both wearing matching wedding rings.

The onlookers: They're always competing with each other online. We're used to it... Wait, we're used to what?! What happened to them being sworn enemies?

*

By day, they beat each other up in front of everyone.

At night, ambiguous splashing sounds come from the sealed underground training room.

Ji Huai sits above Qi Heng, brow furrowed slightly, his expression seeming both pained and pleased.

As if he can no longer stand it, Ji Huai leans against Qi Heng's chest, hooks an arm around his neck, and hurriedly pecks him with several kisses.

He once slapped Qi Heng in response to a kiss. Now he straddles Qi Heng's waist and begs him for one.

They fight in the day and fight at night too. Who can say they're not sworn enemies?

Upcoming 1v2 story: An Unconventional Groveling Arc

Fragile househusband wisteria x ill control freak and sadistic smiling tiger

Ruan Tangqing is Zhou Yichuan's canary, kept in a gilded cage, a wisteria vine that lives by clinging to others.

For ten years, Ruan Tangqing was a flower belonging exclusively to Zhou Yichuan: the little thorns on his stem, his thick, soft petals, his heady fragrance...

Everything about him was exactly the way Zhou Yichuan liked.

Zhou Yichuan raised him in secret. Aside from acting weak and ingratiating himself, Ruan Tangqing knows nothing. He can't survive in the mud without Zhou Yichuan.

But Zhou Yichuan doesn't want him anymore.

Ruan Tangqing kneels at Zhou Yichuan's feet and looks up. Tears gather at his chin and dampen his collar. He trembles, his soft cheek pressed against Zhou Yichuan's knee. He stumbles over his words, clearly already broken.

He looks as pitiful as he did ten years ago, when his family abandoned him.

Ten years ago, Zhou Yichuan took him home. Ten years later, Zhou Yichuan abandoned him.

The man kicks him aside and walks away without looking back.

*

When Ruan Tangqing meets Song Shili, a young rich man is gripping his chin and forcing alcohol down his throat. The drink spills over his face before he can swallow it.

Song Shili smiles faintly, takes the bottle away, and asks Ruan Tangqing, "Want to leave?"

Ruan Tangqing nods dizzily.

He thinks he might get a moment to breathe, surrounded by a pack of wolves, but never expects to fall into an even deeper abyss.

*

Zhou Yichuan was born at the top of the pyramid. His only regret is Ruan Tangqing.

That afternoon, he kicks open the door. The scent of magnolia fills the room and assails his senses. Ruan Tangqing lies limp in a man's arms, startled into sitting up a little. The thin blanket slips down, revealing a few conspicuous red marks.

Ruan Tangqing looks at him, seeming not to have come back to his senses yet. He says softly, "What brings you here?"

Zhou Yichuan's eyes blaze with fury, and he looks ready to kill.

The man on the bed looks at him, keeps one arm firmly around Ruan Tangqing, and gives him a satisfied, provocative smile.

Ruan Tangqing is a wonderful person. Neither of them deserves to have him all to themselves.

Theme: Bringing glory to our country is everyone's responsibility