After Sharing a Body with the Dragon-Born Protagonist

Please add my upcoming novel, Is My Political Rival's Secret Identity Actually My Husband of Seven Years?!, to your collection. Blurb at the bottom. Blurb: [A tyrannical, unruly bottom x a sunny, ghostly overpowered top] Selfcest An Yixie is a nasty thing that feeds on its Host's power every day and plans to take over the Host's body someday. His Host used to be an overpowered protagonist. After An Yixie possessed him, he went from the top of the world to a useless wreck overnight. The more glorious his past, the more miserable his present. How lovely. That just makes it easier for An Yixie to take over his body. But his Host had none of the pride an overpowered protagonist ought to have. No matter how badly people bullied him, he just took it without a reaction. It made An Yixie furious. Unable to take it anymore, An Yixie forcibly took control of the body, beat all the bullies to a pulp, then snapped at his Host: “Are you useless or what? They're walking all over you, and you don't even fight back!?” His Host wiped the blood from his mouth and asked, “Did you get hurt?” Xie Yian was a peerless genius who had everything from childhood and saw through it all, until one day a nasty thing was implanted in him and his power plummeted. This nasty thing had a personality of its own and would mutter to itself inside his mind. It was curious about everything, but had a terrible temper and flew off the handle at the slightest provocation. Wanting to see it grow stronger, Xie Yian let it absorb all his power. His strength had fallen off a cliff, and people who couldn't stand him came looking for trouble. But the nasty thing cared even more than he did. It was furious. Every time one of them insulted him, it fired back. Unfortunately, it knew very few words, so it kept repeating the same handful of insults and relied entirely on its sheer force of personality. Fierce and adorable. Listening to them trading insults from inside his head, Xie Yian smiled. An Yixie had an epiphany: his Host was a saint. Even when An Yixie said he planned to steal his body, the other man simply replied, “Then I'll exercise more, so you won't have trouble getting used to it.” An Yixie thought there was nothing in this world that could make his Host angry. Until one day, someone pulled him out of his Host's body. His saintly Host went berserk on the spot. He trampled over a trail of corpses and stormed alone into the enemy's lair, his face twisted with a fury An Yixie had never seen before. “Give him back to me.” It turned out his Host did have a temper. It was just that nothing in the world could stir his emotions, and the bloodsucking leech attached to him had become the one exception. * Reason for choosing dual perspectives: This is primarily told from the bottom's perspective, but because of the premise, the opening is from the top's perspective. Once the bottom appears, both perspectives are used. Extreme character partisans, proceed with caution. * The setting is a modern-leaning alternate world, and shares a world with the author's other novel, The Depressed Antagonist. * The cover uses a template purchased with proper authorization from its designer. Upcoming novel: Is My Political Rival's Secret Identity Actually My Husband of Seven Years?! Blurb: The Federation has a famous pair of paragons. Their compatibility is one hundred percent. If they joined forces, the Federation would become even more powerful. Instead, they became mortal enemies, each wishing they could tear the other's flesh apart and eat it. Yuwen Hui, the highest-ranking authority in the military, is a staunch materialist. The person he hates most is that theological bigwig who babbles about divine revelations and fate every day, doing nothing but spouting nonsense while living off the public purse. After another heated argument in a meeting, Yuwen Hui threatened him in front of everyone: “Once we've driven back the Zerg, you'll be the first bastard I'll kill, you freeloader.” After the meeting, Yuwen Hui, still flushed from their argument, took off his uniform and changed into a faded old shirt, patched all over the back. Then he happily went back to his rented place in the lower district and threw his arms around his sweet, soft spouse. The prickly general who refused to bow to anyone on the battlefield or in government was secretly married to someone for years, a man with inferior genes who couldn't even enter the upper district. His precious spouse was frail and sickly. Afraid of frightening him, Yuwen Hui had always hidden his real identity and claimed he was just a back-alley prizefighter. The two of them had lived a blissful life for seven years in this little rental, less than thirty square meters in size. Yi Qing, the Federation's chief divine official, has countless followers and is connected by marriage to the First Lady. He can get just about anyone in the Federation to answer his call, except for that musclebound military thug who stubbornly opposes him at every turn. What a nuisance. Nobody knows that the proud, sharp-tongued divine official has a scruffy husband of seven years at home. His husband is a prizefighter with inferior genes, but, unexpectedly, the two of them are an exceptionally good match. Afraid of hurting his husband's pride, Yi Qing pretends to be a struggling resident of the lower district. His husband is poor, but honest and hardworking. He earns 3,000 a month and gives Yi Qing 2,950, keeping only 50 for himself, then spending 40 on condoms. Yi Qing's heart aches for him. Every time he leaves the upper district, he sneaks a few packs of premium condoms from the First Lady's home, removes the packaging, and disguises them as cheap roadside-stall goods before bringing them back to their shared rental. They thought they could go on living in harmony forever. Until one day, they both received secret orders at the same time: there was a traitor in the Federation. Following the clues, the two mortal enemies investigated the case, and independently arrived at the conclusion that the other was responsible. The truth was more shocking than they could have imagined. Their rival had a secret lover! They both smirked crookedly: “Finally, I've got something on you, you deadbeat musclehead/kept man working hand in glove with the traitor.” Theme: Everyone deserves the right to be loved from birth