My Boyfriend Is a Monster

"I was seventeen the year I met Zhuo Yue. I was captivated the moment I laid eyes on him."

He picked a flower at dawn and gave it to me. As the sun rose, I confessed my feelings to him.

We leaned against each other on dark, rainy nights and embraced beneath brilliant fireworks.

Luo Tingchuan thought this was the best meeting, the most romantic love story.

Until one day, as he was walking down the road, a Taoist priest stopped him.

The strange sounds in the inn in the middle of the night,

The cleaner's eerie smile in the campus restroom,

The flowerpot that fell from the balcony for no reason,

The malfunctioning faucet in the apartment late at night,

His childhood friend suddenly falling unconscious,

The ancient tomb unearthed after a thousand years...

Everything finally made sense.

#Beneath the brilliant sun, they walk hand in hand down the street#

#Mutual devotion#

Coming soon: "Uncle Martial Comes First"

In her previous life, Ruan Jiao was betrayed by a scumbag and died miserably. Her martial uncle never married.

Everyone said her martial uncle had loved someone he could never have. His unrequited love was for a white moonlight who didn't love him and chose someone else, leaving him to wait alone for the rest of his life.

Reborn, Ruan Jiao found her martial uncle and, wiping away her tears, said, "Martial Uncle, how about I become your cultivation partner? We can make do together."

Her martial uncle didn't take her seriously and said she was being childish.

Ruan Jiao said, "Martial Uncle, I'm serious."

Her martial uncle gave her an appraising look.

She was stunningly beautiful, with a slender, supple waist like a willow branch. With tears in her eyes, she looked both pitiful and adorable.

Her martial uncle's gaze changed. He gripped her chin and asked, "Do you know what it means to be cultivation partners?"

Her martial uncle was always gentle. Looking at him now, changed somehow, Ruan Jiao felt a little afraid.

But remembering that scumbag and her martial uncle's tragic fate, she gathered her courage and said, "I-I know."

Her martial uncle gave a soft laugh. "It's not so easy to become my cultivation partner."

As if to make things difficult for her, he set an almost impossible task.

Her martial uncle was certain that this delicate, weepy young man would give up.

Later, the young man stumbled up to him like a little muddy cat, holding the required item aloft. His clothes were in tatters, and tears still streaked his face, but his eyes were bright.

"Martial Uncle, I did it. Be my cultivation partner."

Her martial uncle said, "Yes. Softie, I never knew you looked so beautiful when you cry. Cry for me more often from now on."

Fatherly martial uncle x sweet, delicate darling

Theme: Believe that love exists in this world.