Farming and Raising My Husband on a Deserted Island

Novel Blurb:

Ce Can, a powerful veteran just back from the war-torn front lines, stopped to save someone on the way and was smashed to pieces by a car. When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into the body of a man who had just returned to Jiangjia Village.

The man's family had died long ago, and all he had left was half a tael of silver. The Jiang Hongzhi family in the village bullied and blustered until they snatched that half tael, then forced the original owner to take a thin, sickly young man as his husband.

The young man was pitiful too. His parents had died early, and his uncle Jiang Hongzhi had seized the money and land deeds his parents left him, while beating and berating him day in and day out.

Ce Can looked down at the timid little fellow standing before him, small enough to lift with one hand.

Ce Can: "..." Damn, unbelievable.

*

When disaster struck and they were stranded on a deserted island, Ce Can pulled the young man onto his lap. The rough, thick-headed man softened his voice and coaxed him, "Come on, sweetheart, have some more food, all right?"

The young man shifted shyly on his lap, cheeks flushed as he took the fruit from his hand and murmured with his head bowed, "Husband, I can eat by myself..."

Ce Can: "..."

Ce Can's broad hand gripped his slender waist, his abdomen tightening as his breathing grew heavier and heavier.

*

Jiang Caosheng was gentle and obedient, delicate and beautiful. But because he was a young man, his uncle's family had seized his parents' inheritance and subjected him to beatings and abuse.

From childhood onward, he had resisted countless times, but he was always outnumbered and powerless to fight back.

He had thought that after Jiang Hongzhi forcibly sold him to Ce Can, a man whose background he knew nothing about, he would suffer even more abuse and would not live much longer.

Unexpectedly, disaster struck in an instant. Not only did Ce Can protect him, he treated him like a treasure, doting on him and cherishing him so much that he feared he might melt if held in his mouth or break if held in his hands.

Jiang Caosheng worried that he was being spoiled.

Ce Can wrapped an arm around his waist and chuckled in a low voice. "Our sweetheart could never be spoiled. It's all your husband's fault... Does your waist still hurt, sweetheart? Let me rub it for you."

Jiang Caosheng lifted his fair, rosy face, glared at him angrily, then turned his head away and murmured shyly, "Be gentle... It hurts..."

Ce Can's throat tightened. "..."

*

The earth shook, and a tsunami erupted.

Jiangjia Village, an inland settlement relatively close to the coast, was swallowed by the sea, and countless people died.

Ce Can protected his own young husband as the waves swept them onto a tropical deserted island.

The island was vast. Every day, Ce Can took his little husband to play on the beach, catch fish and shrimp, and climb the hills for fresh water. They stood at the summit, gazed out at the endless ocean, and shouted at the top of their lungs.

Or, on stormy nights, they huddled in a cozy cave, entwined with each other in a passionate embrace until they could hardly bear it.

Their panting was drowned out by the torrential rain.

Later, Jiang Hongzhi and his family, lucky enough to find them, begged to be taken in.

Jiang Caosheng lazily gathered the blanket draped over his shoulders. The corners of his eyes were red, and his voice was soft and alluring, still flushed from the way he had just been loved. "I have no family. I only have my husband."

Jiang Hongzhi: "But I'm your own uncle!"

Jiang Caosheng smiled, sweet and obedient. "My husband says that when you die, I'll burn a couple extra sheets of spirit money for you."

Content warnings:

1. The leads have only ever been with each other.

2. Romance-focused.

3. The top absolutely, overwhelmingly spoils the bottom.

4. The bottom is genuinely very delicate. If that's not your thing, please read with caution!

5. Please don't impulsively buy the whole book and then start cursing at me (T_T). Please don't!

6. Daily farming and survival on a deserted island.

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The Little Tavern and the Repair Shop, currently serializing

Blurb:

After waking up in an unfamiliar bed and reading the memories in his mind, Ji Xing calmly accepted the reality that he had transmigrated to an unfamiliar world. He ate, slept, and ran a bed-and-breakfast tavern.

The bed-and-breakfast tavern was in Xianzhi City, the most famous flower city on Blue Star, and the city closest to the sky.

Visitors came in an endless stream to sightsee, stay awhile, do business... or save themselves.

One day, Ji Xing added his homemade white liquor to some fruit and boiled it. The doorbell rang, and he heard a low, magnetic voice say, "How strong is the liquor? Give me a glass."

Ji Xing looked up, pushed a cup of liquor toward him, and smiled warmly. "It's homemade. It has no alcohol content."

But the evening breeze in Xianzhi City was 56 degrees.

*

Later, Zhuang Lu became a regular at the bed-and-breakfast tavern.

Next door to the tavern, in the tourist city, Zhuang Lu ran a motorcycle repair shop. Business was usually slow, but he owned several flashy motorcycles. Tourists crowded outside his shop every day to take pictures with them. Sometimes, when the noise got too irritating, he would head to the tavern for some peace and quiet.

He would order a cup of fruit wine with no alcohol content, watch Ji Xing bustle about, and sip it all day.

As they spent more time together, the two grew casual with one another. Ji Xing, however, forgot that he could read people's minds when he touched their skin.

[Maybe I should just leave it... Don't take advantage of him...]

That was the thought Ji Xing read when he accidentally touched Zhuang Lu's scarred arm. He turned to look and saw Zhuang Lu staring at him with a dark gaze.

*

Everyone knows that a truly drunk man can't hold a gun, and anyone capable of getting up to something after drinking is fully conscious.

So when Ji Xing woke up in the same bed as Zhuang Lu and saw their clothes strewn across the floor all the way to the door, his own waist aching and weak, he smiled warmly and asked Zhuang Lu, who had just sat up, "Is your waist all right? Did I satisfy you last night?"

Zhuang Lu's hesitant, fierce gaze froze. He looked up at him in shock.

Their warm skin touched, and Ji Xing read his thoughts:

[He doesn't want to pretend nothing happened!?]

Ji Xing gazed at him with a smile, a nearly frantic possessiveness spreading through his gentle eyes.

A mind-reading bed-and-breakfast tavern owner x a retired, battle-hardened soldier with post-traumatic stress disorder

2024.8.25

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