This story is complete. It was far too difficult to write, so just give it a casual read. It isn't really complete, but that doesn't matter. Think of it as a short story.
Story blurb:
[Fragile beauty who seems to cough up blood now and then but is actually unbelievably powerful, bottom + curious, talkative, straightforward top]
The first time Wei Zuo saw Li Xiubai, he thought the man was far too pale and looked terribly frail.
The second time they met, Wei Zuo kindly took him to the hospital, but the man didn't appreciate it. Wei Zuo thought he was a little ungrateful.
The third time they met... Wei Zuo was pressed right up against Li Xiubai, wishing there wasn't any space between them. After all, anyone would be scared upon seeing a ghost (not really, strike that, surprised).
Li Xiubai sighed helplessly and pressed his cold fingers against Wei Zuo's head as it edged closer. "Could you stay a little farther away from me? You're too hot."
Behind the scarf, Wei Zuo failed to notice the red tips of Li Xiubai's ears. He just looked at him with a wounded expression. "But if I cuddle up to you, I can warm you up."
Wei Zuo was worried sick. He thought Li Xiubai was so frail he might faint at any moment.
His fingers were always cold, and his body temperature was like that of someone in a freezer.
All he could do was cuddle up to Li Xiubai as much as possible. With their heartbeats mingling, he could hide the fact that his own heart raced unusually fast whenever he got close.
As an underworld employee, Li Xiubai felt that Wei Zuo was getting closer and closer.
His increasingly hot body temperature made Li Xiubai wonder whether he should call up a ghost to cool him down.
My next story will be The Fake Young Master Returns to the Village and Is Doted on by a Rough Man.
Preview:
[Rugged top + delicate bottom who can't lift a hand or carry anything]
Tang Wenbei transmigrates to the 1970s after an accident and becomes an honored young intellectual sent down to the countryside.
Seeing blisters on his palms from pulling weeds, he can't help but cry.
He wants to go home. He wants to lie on his king-size bed. He doesn't want to transmigrate at all.
He's a young master who can't carry anything or lift a thing, so why does he have to suffer like this?
Waaah, he can't bear even a little of the hardship of this miserable life.
Feng Jianian, the lone wolf of Daxi Village, has always kept to himself. The only time his heart softened was when he saw a slender figure hiding under a big tree and crying. That pitiful face reminded him of the little dog he had raised as a child.
He knew who this person was: a young intellectual who had just been sent down to the countryside. The young man squatted under the tree, his stomach rumbling, as if he might starve to death at any moment.
Feng Jianian kindly offered him a piece of flatbread.
Later, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out how his heart, usually so cold and hard, had softened the moment he met those watery eyes.
He really was beautiful when he cried. Feng Jianian thought he must have a strange fetish, so later, when he made the man cry in all sorts of places, he felt like a terrible person.
But he'd do it again next time. How could he help it, when hearing the man cry and call his name made his heart swell?
Content warnings:
1. The story is mainly told from the bottom's perspective. The author favors the bottom and mainly writes sweet romances.
2. If you like it, please add it to your favorites. You're welcome to follow along for updates.
3. If you don't like it, there's no need to tell me specifically. For a newbie like me, it feels like a knife to the heart.
4. The main couple are both virgins and have only been with each other.
5. I can't think of anything else. Let's raise a glass and see what happens!
Theme: Regrets can be made up for, but life cannot be lived again.
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