I Became the Apple of the King of Babylon's Eye

Promoting an upcoming novel on my author page: "After Transmigrating to Persia, the Brooding Prince Could Read My Mind"

Fu Ning transmigrated by accident to the ancient Babylonian Empire thousands of years ago because of a clay tablet.

On the day he arrived, the ruler was returning from a victorious campaign. When an accident occurred along the way, Fu Ning couldn't help speaking up for the poor captives, and inadvertently caught the attention of the man in power.

Among the crowd, his exotic appearance made him especially conspicuous, like a fallen leaf blown from some distant land, solitary and adrift.

A golden carriage drawn by three horses. A handsome man lounged lazily on the throne, his profile sleek and proud, every movement revealing the noble grace of an emperor.

His brown eyes lazily glanced at the indignant young man below the platform. Beneath their cool, indifferent gaze lay the sharpness of a hawk. Two seconds later, his thin lips curved into a beautiful smile.

He rose to his feet.

Fu Ning watched the man approach step by step. His tall figure cast a shadow over him, surrounding him with an unspeakable pressure that left him nowhere to escape.

The man's voice was hoarse and low, with a naturally magnetic quality. "Your name."

It was clearly a question, yet his noble, commanding manner made it sound like a superior's unquestioned demand of an inferior.

Fu Ning pressed his lips together. The invisible pressure made it hard to breathe, and he instinctively wanted to get away.

"Interesting."

For the first time, someone had ignored his question like this. The man was slender and delicate, and although he showed faint resistance in the face of his pressure, there was no fear in his eyes. The man's smile deepened.

At last, his dull days were about to take a turn

"Take him away."

P.S.:

A short story of 100,000 characters.

Original blurb, screenshot saved as proof, with timestamps.

November 2, 2023

Upcoming Novel Blurb Below

Upcoming 01: "After Transmigrating to Persia, the Brooding Prince Could Read My Mind"

Lin Ze accidentally transmigrated to ancient Persia a thousand years ago, becoming a handsome but foolish, flirtatious, useless high-ranking official.

The original owner was good for nothing except seducing people.

He had inherited his noble position through generations of good fortune.

Lin Ze inherited that talent perfectly. He fell in love wherever he went, passing through a thousand flowers without a single petal clinging to him.

The next morning, at court.

Lin Ze stood among the officials, eyeing the young man beside him in a sapphire-blue robe embroidered with gold. The man was tall and graceful, elegant and noble. His perfect profile was especially striking, handsome yet radiating an untouchable air of nobility.

Lin Ze gazed at him with stars in his eyes. "Aww, he's so beautiful. I'm in love."

He couldn't hear a single word the old king said from his throne. His amorous, peach-blossom eyes were fixed on the man's perfect features, then drifted to his waist. His hands hung at his sides, fingers long, slender, and pale, as if carved from white jade. They were works of art. Lin Ze's heart fluttered. "Ohhh, if only I could go touch them."

Then he looked at the man's slender waist, delicate as a willow branch, narrow enough to encircle with his arms, and his heart softened again. "Ahhh, if only I could go hug him."

Finally, he looked at the legs hidden beneath the luxurious robe, and a shiver ran through him. "Mmm, I wonder what it would feel like to wrap myself around those legs."

Just then, the man glanced at him. His dark eyes were like mist over distant mountains, so deep they were startling.

His thin lips seemed to lift ever so slightly. Lin Ze nearly died on the spot. His beauty was peerless, his elegance as pure as the moon.

That look confirmed it: he was exactly Lin Ze's type.

After court ended,

Someone knocked Lin Ze unconscious with a club on his way back and bundled him away.

When he woke, incense drifted through a lavishly decorated room. He was tied to a bed, and the man he had seen at court stood before him amid crimson gauze curtains.

The man looked at him and reached out a hand.

Lin Ze: ?

"Heh. Didn't you want to touch me?"

Watching the man approach step by step, Lin Ze was dumbfounded. "Huh?"

The man's long, narrow eyes were filled with unfathomable intensity. His voice was low. "Didn't you want to hug me, Lord Lin? And you also wanted to..." His gaze brazenly shifted to Lin Ze's legs.

"I agree."

Lin Ze: "..."

What? Excuse me? Can someone please save him?

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