Raising My Childhood Friend in the Apocalypse

When the apocalypse came, ten-year-old Bo Zhou lost his parents in the flames, but found a baby still wrapped in swaddling clothes.

Tucked into the rags around the baby was a small amount of supplies, and a wooden tag bearing his name hung from his pale, lotus-root-like arm.

Fei Sheng.

Shengsheng.

The few-month-old baby curled into a tiny ball inside the swaddling, so quiet that even his crying was barely audible.

Bo Zhou took the supplies and picked up the baby.

From then on, two children depended on each other in the apocalypse.

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When Fei Sheng was five or six, he still couldn't help following Bo Zhou around and calling him "Papa."

His teammates teased him for having a son at such a young age.

Bo Zhou picked the child up and patted his bottom, joking, "He's not my son. He's the little bride I'm raising for later."

Reader's Guide

1. A story about a little one. The Bottom really is raised by the Top.

2. Traditional tastes: the Top is handsome, the Bottom is beautiful, and there's a size difference.

3. The Top is ten years older than the Bottom. Older Top, with a somewhat evenly matched pair.

4. Since the little one is so young, the early chapters will include the Top's point of view.

5. Apocalypse + Sentinel/Guide. The story is fairly idealistic, so don't expect anything too dark.

Theme: We light the way for each other