He Volunteered to Be a Kept Man

[A note from the author: A brainless, fluffy story. The bottom dotes on the top. Weak top, strong bottom, an adorable underdog top, beloved by everyone, one-on-one pairing. Pure-love sweet fluff, more or less.]

[Ming Zhu is the top. Ming Zhu is the top. Ming Zhu is the top.]

[Although this is written from the top's perspective, there may be scenes from both points of view. I have no outline and will write wherever the story takes me.]

A frail, aloof-looking top with a heart like a delicate flower x a domineering CEO bottom who comes right to him

At its heart, it's about:

A lazy perfectionist x an extreme perfectionist willing to compromise for love

If I can't pull it off, that's because my writing is bad.

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At first, he wanted to be friends, but somehow, as they got closer, another word got added.

Ming Zhu held his forehead. "Are you a river snail girl, Zhu Guanting?" It was the first time he'd called Zhu Guanting by name. Then he watched Zhu Guanting pull out his phone and look up what the phrase meant.

Zhu Guanting, the river snail girl, shook his head. "No, but I'm Aladdin's lamp."

"If you become my friend, I can make any wish come true."

If I lose, I'll play dead.

I'll add more whenever I think of something.

Theme: I don't need the moon to come to me, because I'll go to the moon myself.