After We Lost Our Memories, My Delicate Junior Martial Brother and I Conceived a Child

Single-minded senior disciple shou x delicate flower of a junior disciple gong

Fu Ji and Yue Shiwei had been bitter rivals for years.

Neither expected that one day they would have to carry out the same mission to exterminate evil spirits.

They met at the entrance to the evil spirits' lair.

Fu Ji looked disgusted. "I don't want to work with you!"

Yue Shiwei gave him a cold sidelong glance. "As if I want to work with you. Just don't hold me back."

They glared at each other, spiritual swords drawn, ready to spill blood on the spot, when a cloud of white mist billowed from a magical artifact.

When the mist cleared, their two fierce gazes had both turned clear and foolish.

Fu Ji's mind was blank. He blinked, finding the fellow disciple across from him vaguely familiar, and politely asked, "May I ask your name? Do we know each other?"

Yue Shiwei's eyes flickered. The cultivator seemed familiar, so he softly suggested, "I'm not sure either. Why don't you tell me your name first?"

They exchanged names and explained their mission. Discovering that they had the same goal, they agreed to enter the evil spirits' lair together.

While killing lesser monsters, they noticed that their spiritual swords had identical tassels hanging from them.

Fu Ji was astonished. It seemed they really had known each other before.

Across from him, Yue Shiwei gripped his sword scabbard tightly, his gaze growing complicated as he looked at Fu Ji.

They pressed on, and the evil spirits grew stronger.

Yue Shiwei's sword energy surged in every direction as he did his utmost to shield Fu Ji behind him.

Fu Ji gathered his spiritual power to block attacks, so Yue Shiwei could fight without worrying about him.

Then they discovered that not only could they use the same spells, they even seemed to know each other's thoughts by heart!

Could it be that they didn't just know each other, but were very close?

The final boss had cultivated for a thousand years, but the two of them still supported each other and fought their way through the evil spirits' lair.

Seeing Yue Shiwei covered in wounds from protecting him, Fu Ji's heart ached. He carefully tended to his injuries.

Then he suddenly remembered that he even knew every mole on Yue Shiwei's private parts, as well as all his old scars!

Fu Ji was utterly shocked. Could it be that they weren't just close, but extremely intimate?

Could he really be a scumbag who'd forgotten his lover?!

He brought Yue Shiwei to a quiet place to recuperate. The white-robed young man sat on the bed, moonlight filtering through the carved window and outlining his enchanting figure. As he lowered and raised his eyes, his beauty was boundless.

Fu Ji's feelings were a tangled mess. He was wondering whether he should try kissing him to see if it would bring back their old feelings.

Blushing, Yue Shiwei sat on the bed and ordered, "Fu Ji, do you... want to sleep with me tonight?"

The next morning, Fu Ji rubbed his sore waist, his face a little sour.

It wasn't that he hadn't enjoyed it. But why was he the one who got topped? Since Yue Shiwei was his lover, he could only forgive him.

Fu Ji endured Yue Shiwei's nightly "harassment" until they finally returned to their sect.

Yue Shiwei took Fu Ji's hand. "Even though I still don't remember which sect each of us belongs to, I'll definitely tell my sect and marry you right away."

Fu Ji was fidgeting, about to say yes, when a puff of white smoke drifted by and his memories returned.

From Yue Shiwei's twisted expression, Fu Ji knew that his memories had returned too.

Say yes?

Like hell!

Fu Ji drew his long sword and sent his spiritual power surging toward Yue Shiwei like a dragon. "Go to hell!"

I let you sleep with me for months for free. I'll just consider it getting bitten by a dog!

But Fu Ji never expected his belly to grow bigger by the day!

Blurb posted June 24, 2025, screenshot saved to Weibo

Theme: May I not fail the Buddha or my beloved