Bunny's Ten-Year Search for a Master

[Older man | Mutual secret love, a restrained and devoted master x a lively, beautiful, sickly disciple]

Wen Yushu was a native resident of an abandoned novel, a drop-eared rabbit who had cultivated into a spirit. Once he came of age, he was supposed to have a passionate night with the master who had raised him, forget the world around them, and live happily ever after.

But the night before he came of age, the website crashed! Damn it! Where's the justice?!

With nowhere else to go, he was relocated to Qingshui River, his master's hometown, and began his journey to find his husband. Ahem, his master.

After ten years apart, he became ever more certain of his feelings.

Most importantly, when they finally reunited, Wen Yushu realized that his master seemed to have been in love with him for a long time too.

So why keep pining in anguish?

He pressed forward at every turn, and accidentally learned that his master had a heart demon, for which he was the cure.

Well, then he'd better give it his all! Happiness was just around the corner!

Unfortunately, his master had the moral standards of a Green River master. Wen Yushu lost every battle. Fine, he was done chasing him.

Besides, he didn't have much time left.

Even a puppy knows not to die away from home when its time is near. If he couldn't help his master, he could at least keep him from worrying.

Wen Yushu left his sect as a matter of course.

While delirious with fever, a figure suddenly appeared beside his bed.

The man looked at him with tender concern and pulled him into his arms.

Wen Yushu: ???

Hey, Master, have you lost control and gone mad?

Reading guide:

Master and disciple, older man, both each other's first love, hooray! (??? Who asked you?)

Working title: What Was Wrong with Hating My Master?

[Older master and disciple, both wicked, equally matched]

Ten years ago, the disciple was framed and barely escaped with his life. Even on the brink of death, he dragged his battered body back to his sect, thinking only of reassuring his master that he was safe.

On that night of torrential rain.

Separated by a single door, the disciple accidentally heard his master talking with someone else, coldly confirming that he was behind the frame-up: "That wicked disciple was a menace by nature. He deserved to die."

He gave a self-mocking smile and turned to walk into the pouring rain.

The master and disciple did not meet again for ten years.

The disciple mastered peerless martial arts and returned to settle old scores one by one. As he stood among a heap of bodies, calmly wiping his hands, he happened upon his master, who had been in seclusion for years.

The man was as cool and aloof as ever, dressed in snow-white robes and standing above the world, as if perched among the clouds. Even a speck of dust on his pristine white brocade boots would have seemed like a stain.

Hidden in the shadows, the disciple lowered the hidden weapon in his hand. How was he supposed to settle the score with this man?

Rather than take his life, it seemed more fun to drag that noble, aloof flower down from his pedestal, make him fall into the mire alongside him, and watch him struggle with worldly desire and his own status.

The disciple put on a secret identity and returned to the sect.

Master, your wicked disciple has come back to repay you.

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Deep in a gloomy mountain cave, the master was locked in exquisite shackles.

The disciple dropped his disguise and smiled seductively. He grabbed the master's chin and forced a dose of aphrodisiac down his throat.

The dagger's sharp edge turned as supple as a finger, roaming wantonly over the master's brows, cheeks, and lips, before finally stopping at the most vulnerable and deadly part of him: his throat.

The disciple lowered his eyes, feigning innocence, half reproachful and half flirtatious. "I've missed you all these years, Master. I could barely eat, and I couldn't sleep at night. Did you ever miss me?"

Theme: A thousand years is too long. Seize the day.