The Sickly Beauty Refuses to Date the Powerful [Interstellar]

Updated daily, an easygoing romance. The first few chapters lean more toward plot (?)(I'm not entirely sure)(I'll take another look). Begging you, babies, to support me lots and lots~~

Story blurb:

Qian Lang is the leader of Special Forces Team One. He can carry weapons, make delicious soup, and is solid muscle from head to toe. His only flaw is that he's been single since birth.

That is, until an explosion blows his head apart and he gets trapped in a game, where he meets Mo Wenhua.

Mo Wenhua sticks out his plump butt and blows him a kiss. "Yo~"

Qian Lang: ...

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After logging out of the game, Qian Lang meets Mo Wenhua, now a twenty-four-year-old chuuni, in prison. The joy of finding him again is immediately doused by the news that Mo has incurable Moebius syndrome.

"People with this disease don't live past twenty-five."

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Everyone tries to talk him out of it. "Boss, does it have to be him?"

"Boss, can't you pick someone else?"

"Boss, I have a cousin who's as pretty as a flower..."

Qian Lang lowers his head and smiles faintly. "It's him. If he dies, I'll die with him."

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But he doesn't get to die with him. Instead, Qian Lang nearly gets beaten up.

Until Mo Wenhua throws a pillow and points at him, shouting, "If you've got the guts, fight me in bed. You can fuck me to death!"

Qian Lang grabs his tie. "You got it!"

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Later, Mo Wenhua crawls weakly to the edge of the bed, his long hair trailing on the floor. "Besides having a better waist, what the hell are you better than me at...?"

Qian Lang's shoulder blades, covered in scratches, twitch. He grabs Mo's ankle and pulls him back. "Be good... just one last time..."

Mo Wenhua shouts hoarsely, "No, let go of me... Don't bend my back like that... Not in this position, ah...!"

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Mo Wenhua = Mo Wenhua

Famous double-standard, love-addled, loyal-dog big shot gong x innocent chuuni with a mouth harder than rebar, a sickly beauty shou.

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Also known as: Love-Brain, Did I Eat Your Rice?

If I Weren't Sick, Who Wouldn't Be Strong?

Former title: One Kiss, Then the Game Continues

Little angels, I'm begging you to bookmark my upcoming stories!!!

Interstellar, male lead gong, school, insectoid race: I'm Really a Proper Male Zerg

Blurb: The day dark clouds pressed down over the city, a bolt of lightning struck Wu Qi and sent his soul into a disabled male zerg.

He opened his eyes at Starry Sky Academy and met an impassive face.

Wu Qi's heart went thump, thump. I want to make that face flush with excitement!

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So Wu Qi steers his wheelchair and follows the female zerg around every day. "I was wrong. I really didn't mean to hit you. Can you forgive me?"

Yun Lian doesn't even give him a proper look.

"Hey! What kind of attitude is that? Don't you know how to talk to our boss properly?!"

"Show our boss some respect!"

"If you don't know how to talk properly, I'll teach you!"

Yun Lian shoots Wu Qi a sideways glance. Wu Qi kicks one of his bootlicking underlings in the butt. "You think you can talk about my Yun Lian? Get lost!"

The underling clutches his butt in terror. "Boss, aren't you a crippled zerg?!"

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Word gets around that Wu Qi isn't a disabled male zerg, so he drops the act. He pins the slender Yun Lian in a classroom corner and hugs him tightly, his voice low and hoarse. "Be good. Don't move. It'll hurt if you rub against me!"

Yun Lian stops struggling and wraps his arms around Wu Qi's lean, muscled waist. "Where does it hurt?"

Wu Qi thrusts his hips. "Here."

Yun Lian curls his lips and reaches over for a squeeze. A sharp hiss sounds in his ear.

Outside the classroom, a group of underlings lurk around. "Hey, did the boss really get together with that poor female zerg?!"

"What do you mean, poor?" The underling who spoke earlier gets smacked on the back of the head. "That's your sister-in-law. Call him sister-in-law!"

"..." As Wu Qi holds Yun Lian's hand, a rare blush appears on his usually expressionless face.

Currently updating: Interstellar, male lead gong, insectoid race: I Picked Up a Battle-Worn Female Zerg

Blurb:

Bai Gong transmigrates to a garbage planet in the insectoid world and survives for five years using a livestream device he found in a trash heap.

When he finds that female zerg in the garbage, the zerg is covered in blood. Scarlet blood pours from the wound in his abdomen, and he is on the verge of death.

The livestream viewers explode with comments. [It's that useless military zerg!]

[What use is a female zerg who can't win a battle? What good is that so-called marshal?]

[Trash. He deserves to be abandoned.]

Bai Gong has barely approached when the female zerg suddenly opens his cruel, blood-red eyes, their sharp gaze piercing through him. Bai Gong freezes. But a moment later, the female zerg weakly closes his eyes again.

Bai Gong can't leave him to die, so he takes him home.

The livestream viewers threaten to unfollow if Bai Gong dares save the military zerg abandoned by the empire.

Bai Gong replies nonchalantly, "Do whatever you want."

They're just a bunch of ill-mannered male zergs making a fuss.

Later, the former military marshal Fu Ai, abandoned by the empire, sits by the door wearing Bai Gong's coat and gazes at him. His voice is hoarse. "Male master, the livestream device is too heavy. I can't carry it..."

Bai Gong quickly puts down his carving tools and hurries over. "Give it to me. Didn't I tell you to just set the device aside? What do you think of the peachwood hairpin I made for you?"

"It's beautiful!" Fu Ai happily accepts the delicate peachwood hairpin.

Bai Gong leans close to his ear and chuckles softly, asking in a low voice, "Does your back still hurt? Let your male master rub it for you..."

The livestream viewers rage: [Enough! How can there be such a demanding female zerg?]

The livestream viewers envy him: [Enough! Meeting such a wonderful male master makes dying without regrets.]

The livestream viewers worship him: [I'm done for. Streamer, do you need another female slave? I want to be your female slave...]

Bai Gong x Fu Ai, equally matched, insectoid race, male lead gong. Begging you to bookmark it~

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