The Male Fox Spirit Is Both Seductive and Innocent

Blunt, homophobic, broad-shouldered Song Huaijin x bewitching beauty with fair skin and long legs, Han Buqing

Song Huaijin, a doctor who believed in compassion for all, saved the male mistress he despised. The man's wife stabbed him, leaving his life hanging by a thread. He was forced to bind himself to a System, which told him that in his previous life he had owed the male mistress a debt of love, and now he had to repay it.

If he could help the male mistress find genuine love in a parallel world, he would get the chance to be reborn. Otherwise, he would die immediately. Song Huaijin thought he had gone crazy and developed a split personality, but when he found himself standing in a shabby room in the guise of a stranger, he had to face the issue head-on...

System: “In this world, you must not reveal anything that could give away your true identity. Your name is now Song Huanjing. You're a poor, good-for-nothing kid with no ambition, just waiting to graduate from high school so you can get a job. Your main task is to help Han Buqing turn his life around and find true love. Once the task is complete, you'll get a new lease on life.”

“Of course, you don't count as his true love, because ‘you’ don't really exist in this parallel timeline. And if he actually falls for you...”

The System stopped. Song Huaijin swallowed and waited for it to continue. The System's voice immediately turned shrill. “Your heart in the real world will stop at once.”

“Damn, I'm irresistibly charming. What am I supposed to do if he falls for me? That's not fair.”

“That's not my problem. Likewise, you mustn't fall for the Han Buqing in this world. You have six months. If you haven't helped him by next Spring Festival, then... heehee... you'll still drop dead on the spot. Good luck!”

“Shit...”

Song Huaijin, who had never accepted failure, could only grit his teeth and get on with the task.

Before he had even met him, he'd heard the male mistress's scandalous history all over campus: a poor kid who was everyone's friend, who'd pulled strings to get ahead and used sleazy tricks to curry favor with rich kids in exchange for pocket money...

By the back door of a bar, the boy in a white shirt with black hair had no light in his eyes. Red wine ran down his slender neck, pooling in the hollow of his delicate collarbone like a crimson lake...

Song Huaijin frowned as he walked over and covered the stained skin with several tissues. The tissues absorbed the wine. Han Buqing stared blankly, raised his hands to rest them on Song Huaijin's shoulders, and breathed against his ear with heated lips. “Don't keep staring at a man, especially a pretty one... mmph...”

Han Buqing's cheek was pinched, and his alluring long legs were pushed down. Song Huaijin kept a straight face and said, “It's late. Time to go home.”

“???”

A month later...

The upright high schooler who couldn't be seduced or tempted had started forbidding Han Buqing from doing certain things, and even made him sign a rental agreement.

First: No walking around common areas without clothes on. Especially no sleeping in a long shirt and short shorts. Forbidden.

Second: No drinking. Not even when you're stressed.

Third: No running into the other person's room when there's thunder and rain. No sharing a bed.

Song Huaijin, whose average heart rate could stay at 54 beats per minute, like an athlete's, began to feel the heart he had never paid much attention to...

Winter arrived, and the snowy street looked like something from a fairy tale. Song Huaijin cornered the male mistress and helplessly lifted his chin, whispering in his ear, “Han Buqing, don't fall for me. Don't confess to me. Don't say those things out loud. I don't want to hear them...”

Han Buqing clenched his teeth, his eyes reddening. He nodded and said, “I understand. Sorry, I got the wrong idea...”

Theme: Live well.