A Favor for the Wrong Person (Xiao Kesong Preorder)

Younger man | Size difference

[It was all because I assumed I was the top, only to find out the person I was counting on wasn't the bottom!]

Five years ago, Xiao Kesong watched a match at an underground boxing ring in Country E and saw Feng Ling, covered in blood, for the first time.

Feng Ling had snow-white skin and a lean, slender build. Though he was of mixed Russian and Chinese heritage, he was so small and scrawny he looked like a young leopard, barely surviving in the merciless underground boxing ring.

With the principle of "compatriots helping compatriots" in mind, Xiao Kesong gave Feng Ling ten thousand dollars and had a nutritionist make sure the kid got a proper meal.

Five years later, Xiao Kesong returned to Country E to negotiate a business deal. He was attacked in retaliation by local forces, injured in one leg, and thrown into a drainage ditch.

He vaguely heard someone speaking Chinese and immediately reached out to grab the man's trouser leg. He said:

Compatriots helping compatriots!

When he looked up, he realized it was the kid he'd helped all those years ago.

As an adult, Feng Ling was tall and dashing, and a man of few words. Nearly 195 centimeters tall, he made the handsome 183-centimeter Xiao Kesong look like a little bun when he bent down and picked him up!

Xiao Kesong couldn't believe it. "Feng Ling, how did you get so big?"

Feng Ling paused for a few seconds. "You fed me well back then."

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Feng Ling was the son of the richest man in Country E.

When he was fourteen, his father was killed by his paternal uncle, and Feng Ling was dumped in an underground boxing ring to fend for himself. Without a kind benefactor's support, he wouldn't have made it to adulthood.

After reclaiming his family's fortune, Feng Ling ran into his investor again.

The investor had grown up in China and had never seen blood or witnessed a murder. He'd only injured a leg, yet was acting like he was about to die. He was terribly delicate.

Feng Ling took his investor home and pampered him with fine clothes and food, attending to his every need.

Somehow, he ended up attending to him in bed.

A night of passion, over and over.

With a sore back and aching waist, Xiao Kesong asked two questions, dizzy and bewildered:

First, Feng Ling, how come you're not the bottom?

Second, Feng Ling, how did you get so big?

Feng Ling gave the same answer:

You fed me well back then.

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A possessive mixed-blood wolfdog x a flighty, flirtatious little bun

Also known as The Big Wolfdog Takes a Bite Out of the Big Bun

"Reader's Guide"

[1] Younger man, ten-year age gap.

The one being pursued is 29, the pursuer is 19, but the former thinks the latter is 23. (The boxing ring falsely listed the pursuer's age as 18 when he was 14.)

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[May not be the final version]

[Aside from the bun being the one being pursued, everything else may change]

[But he was firmly convinced that he was the top.]

Blurb completed on January 2, 2026

Theme: Keep striving and never give up!