Fang Ning is a cleaner.
In the apocalypse, he is one of the most ordinary people around. He sets out at night to clean up sources of contamination, dispose of mutated creatures, and sort through all kinds of data.
He's really quite unremarkable!
Except that he's incredibly beautiful.
"But this face isn't going to increase my income," Fang Ning sighs, fretting about next month's rent. "Where can I get some money?"
To survive, Fang Ning decides to find someone to marry.
His standards aren't high. They just need to be able to support him, and that whole house full of sticky, squelching flesh.
Fang Ning is a polite person.
He warmly invites his blind date over and serves him a cup of fragrant tea.
"Please try some. I think my cooking is pretty good!"
He does his best to show what a good homemaker he can be.
But the gentleman's attention is drawn to the darkness by the back door.
"What are those things?"
Fang Ning's cheeks flush. He gestures awkwardly. "They're my little burdens. Look how cute they are."
A monster crawls up the beauty's body. Steaming, pulsating veins bulge as it opens its fur-lined mouth...
"Mommy..."
Fang Ning reaches into the monster's bubbling eyeball and struggles to pull out a little flower.
"Look, the kid really likes you!"
He blinks. "Would you consider marrying me?"
More or less, the story of a single mom's blind dates: she looks for a man while munching away.
One-on-one romance in stages
A powerful, high-ranking judge
An indescribable tentacled horror
A giant who trudged here from the twilight
...and a silent angel and a man-eating flower
[Content Warnings]
1. Fang Ning, the bottom, is not sexually pure and will sleep with other people. The monster is an egg he found and hatched inside his warm mouth.
2. This is not a multiple-love-interest story. He ends up with his adopted son, the monster.
3. The monster is the top and calls the bottom Mommy.
A self-indulgent story written to satisfy my own tastes. I've made the potential landmines very clear, so if this offends you, I'll bow my head in apology first. I hope you'll forgive me QAQ
Premise: The stars in the sky say nothing
