How to Woo a Solo Soldier [Interstellar]

As a wastrel heir about to be sentenced to death, Xiang Fei was lucky enough to still have some value, so a neighboring nation kidnapped him.

The man assigned to protect him had a face so cool and beautiful it could take anyone's breath away, along with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a perfect ass. He was exactly Xiang Fei's type.

As a single man who had been alone for over twenty years, how could he resist the temptation of that uniform? So, on the journey to the neighboring nation under his escort, Xiang Fei kept finding chances to cop a feel (crossed out) and court him, doing everything he could to harass the man.

Unfortunately, this beauty was as cold as a block of ice.

Xiang Fei shook his head and sighed. It seemed he was destined to remain single until the day he died.

Xiang Fei was the kind of person Mo Yanlan hated most in this life.

He caroused and drank, had nothing but mush for brains, and had achieved nothing. His very existence was a waste of air.

Yet Mo Yanlan had been entrusted with an important task and had no choice but to hold his nose and protect this piece of trash at close range.

Throughout the journey, as Xiang Fei teased him right to his face countless times, Mo Yanlan repeatedly kept a stony expression and silently counted every time the other man copped a feel. He would wait until Xiang Fei had been drained of all his usefulness, then carve the corresponding number of knife wounds into him at the first opportunity.

Until the day finally came. The man who harbored a secret committed a heinous crime, and everyone turned against him. He was scorned by thousands.

At last, Mo Yanlan had his chance for revenge.

The man still had that same shameless look as he lounged in the cold, pale prison. His words were as flippant as ever, but deep within his dark blue eyes, as deep as the sea, lay nothing but calm acceptance of death.

Mo Yanlan, who had come to interrogate him, gave a cold laugh. He tossed aside the soft whip in his hand, and, under Xiang Fei's astonished gaze, stripped off his clothes and climbed on top of him.

Their breathing grew ragged, their muscles trembled, and their bodies burned with heat.

Mo Yanlan gripped his collar tightly and pressed forward, his gaze fierce. "Don't you want to die? I'll give you a reason to live!"

Thousands wanted him dead.

Mo Yanlan only wanted him to live.

Mo Yanlan had always hated evil and could not stand even a grain of sand in his eye.

But back then, he never imagined that one day he would pour all his fervor into protecting the kind of person he hated most, and be willing to face death for him.

A wastrel heir X the neighboring nation's strongest soldier

Both are strong: one in brains X one in combat

There's more to the protagonist's imprisonment than meets the eye. He's actually a good person! ੭ ˙ᗜ˙ ੭

Cover authorized by: A Guang

Note added 2024.6.7

A little advance promo for my other book~

I Rekindled My Will to Live for My Husband [Infinite]

When Sui Sui first entered the Infinite game world, he had lost all his memories and, for some inexplicable reason, desperately wanted to die.

So he watched with a calm, indifferent expression as everyone racked their brains to solve riddles, panicked and went mad trying to escape monsters, and turned on one another for their only chance at survival.

As for him, he silently waited for the instance to end and death to arrive.

Until one night.

Outside, ghostly shadows roared and ran rampant. The soil was soaked with the blood of other survivors who had died. A violent storm beat against the doors and windows. A beautiful young man, drenched from head to toe, crept into his room, a cinnabar mole between his brows looking bewitching in the darkness.

Slender fingers reached toward his shoulder, and his thin frame wound around him like a creeping vine. The beautiful young man leaned close to his ear, his manner intimate.

His warm, sweet breath, carrying the dampness of rainwater mixed with blood, brushed his cheek, making it tingle and itch.

He begged, "Big brother, please help me. I want to live."

From then on...

No one could forget that night of blood and violence.

The hooded man they had thought was a useless slacker sliced open a path with one finger. In his arms, he carried a slender young man wrapped in his coat, who leaned affectionately against his shoulder. The man killed anyone who stood in his way, be they god or demon.

The rules of an instance that had been a certain death trap suddenly crumbled to dust. The monsters that had rampaged for days fled in terror in the blink of an eye, and the entire instance collapsed with a roar.

The sleeping lion had finally opened his eyes.

Everyone said that the newly risen king of the Infinite game world had an extraordinary mind and overwhelming strength, and that not even the most difficult SSS-level instances could hold him back. His only weakness was his taste for beauty: he insisted on dragging around a useless good-for-nothing.

No one knew that, in a place unseen by anyone after an instance ended, the beautiful young man stood tall and graceful, while the monsters that had once bared their claws, gnashed their teeth, and thirsted for blood now bowed obediently before him.

Yu Qiqing sighed helplessly.

Today was another day of pretending to be a deadweight to reignite her husband's will to live.

Theme: Look beyond appearances to see the truth