Whoever Wants to Be a Simp Can Do It!

After dying horribly in a car accident, Ji Qinglie finally learned that he was a tool seme number two, manipulated by the plot to help the protagonist seme and uke fall in love, just another brick laid to pave their way.

Devoted and rich, which is to say, a fool with money.

Loving someone he couldn't have, which is to say, a backup who grovels at their feet.

In his past life, he was hopelessly in love with the protagonist uke, chasing after him as an automatic cash machine, a source of emotional comfort and reassurance, and a secret vinegar brewery.

Oh, and he also offered himself up as a face-slapping tool for the protagonist seme, a resource-draining cash cow, a stepping stone for his career, and a contrast to the couple's happy ending.

Ji Qinglie: ...Even a delivery guy wouldn't deliver things like that!

Reborn, he decided that this stupid plot could go to hell. Whoever wanted to grovel could do it, because he sure wouldn't be doing it again.

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But every time Ji Qinglie tried to keep his distance, he got dragged into the plot one way or another.

Forced to witness two deranged men ripping out their hearts, kidneys, and lungs; illegal, criminal, coercive love; a game of chase where neither side could escape; screaming "I love you" in a downpour; chartering a plane to chase love across ten thousand miles; or playing a lifeless spectator on a film set.

And along the way, he also helped a vicious, disposable side character who kept getting face-slapped by a scumbag seme and a shameless uke.

After that, Ji Qinglie always felt like someone was watching him.

Finally, one day on his way home, he caught a furtive-looking guy who seemed like a perverted stalker, pinned his arms behind his back in one move, and held him against the wall.

Then he watched as the gloomy side character's face gradually turned red, his body trembled, and he let out a strange, breathy moan...

Ji Qinglie: ...What the hell?!

Only then did he realize that there was a lovesick stalker of his own in his life!

What goes around comes around, and now it's happening to me.

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After getting to know him better, Ji Qinglie discovered that the little stalker was actually pretty sweet.

Judging by his clothes, the guy was a gloomy, cool loner, and his expressionless face made him look a little fierce. He could fight and shut himself away, follow people around and hide in a corner like a mushroom.

But the moment he saw Ji Qinglie, he couldn't move.

His face turned red, his words got stuck, and pink bubbles practically poured out of him. He liked Ji Qinglie so much that just one touch made him lose it.

He was so lovesick that he practically wanted to offer up everything he had, like an emperor who'd scour the world for treasures just to make his beloved smile.

And Ji Qinglie was the beauty he wanted to please.

Ji Qinglie could only laugh and cry at once. He turned down the gifts, but occasionally reached out to tease his enthusiastic little admirer.

He hadn't expected the formerly silent, withdrawn boy to start begging in a tearful voice when teased too much, all clingy and sweet.

"Big brother... please, give it to me."

"I like you, big brother... I like you so much..."

Ji Qinglie: Who gets it? I've really fallen for him.

A groveling lover is great, a groveling lover is wonderful, and groveling can lead to true love.

#Groveling for your true love isn't groveling, it's a fairy-tale romance!#

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Ji Qinglie x Yu Yan

A seemingly gentle and modest, but actually mean and calculating gentleman seme

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A seemingly gloomy, cool loner, but actually a lovesick, loyal-dog uke

Reader's Guide:

1. Mutual pampering and mutual pining. The uke pursues the seme, and the seme teases the uke. Written as groveling, read as pure love.

2. Written for my tastes. If you find the blurb uncomfortable, I suggest you leave immediately, no need to second-guess yourself!!! If this twisted stuff is your thing too, then you can have fun with the author :P

3. No fandom policing, no pretending the characters are real people, no extreme character stans, and no moral crusaders. No need to tell me if you drop the story. Thanks, everyone~ (bows)

Theme: Love life, love yourself