My Sickly, Obsessive Senior Brother's Dark Love

(Revised multiple times, with major additions and cuts. This version differs greatly from pirated copies. Please support the only authorized edition. I am not responsible for the contents of any pirated version.) Upcoming novels: Tea-Picking Days for a Frontier Farm Girl The Taoist Priest and His Little Zombie Bride If you happen to pass by, please add them to your favorites! Blurb: [Resilient, optimistic little ray of sunshine * seemingly noble and refined, but actually obsessive, gloomy, and wicked Demon Lord] Cui Shanshan was picked up by Lin Yuchi and brought back to the Immortal Alliance to serve as a cultivation cauldron. When she first met the young man, he had dark brows and soft eyes. His clear, ink-black gaze held flecks of spring light, bright enough to shine straight into her heart. After spending some time with him, Cui Shanshan finally discovered that this young genius of Mount Kunwu, hailed by everyone in the Nine Provinces Immortal Alliance as the leader of the righteous path, was actually petty, gloomy, and extreme. He looked down on a lowly cultivation cauldron like her. He never showed her any kindness in front of others. Once they returned to Mount Kunwu, he went even further, tormenting her for his amusement. He didn't even spare her on the day they formed a pact. He bit her earlobe viciously and said through gritted teeth, "Cui Shanshan, you are not to tell anyone about our relationship. Otherwise, you can choose: kill or be killed." To make a living, she swallowed every last humiliation with tears in her eyes, treating him as if he were her poor, ill-fated little sister. By day, she coaxed him and humored him. Every night, they slept cuddled together, close and intimate. Until a cold, finned dragon tail wound around her waist. The young man opened a pair of beautiful golden slit-pupil eyes and whispered a soft, cryptic demonic language into her ear. In every way, he was exactly like the vicious and unruly young lord of the Demon Realm in the rumors. Cui Shanshan was so shocked that her soul nearly left her body. The very light of the righteous path was the Demon Realm's young lord! Just what kind of pirate ship had she boarded?! Diary: Fifth year of Yuanshuo, third month, fifteenth day: Sunny. There's a new yes-man by my side. It's like a hundred Wuzhiqis following me around and calling me Young Lord. So noisy. Fifth year of Yuanshuo, fifth month, first day: Sunny, no wind. I hate the way Cui Shanshan speaks. I hate how her eyes curve when she smiles. I hate the little mole on the tip of her nose. I hate how she grabs my hair in her sleep. I hate Cui Shanshan... for always treating this Young Lord like her little sister! Fifth year of Yuanshuo, seventh month, third day: Light rain today. Form a pact? What a joke. Who wants to form a pact with her? A lowly mortal can form pacts with strangers for immediate gain as many times as she likes. But a rare ancient great jiao like me recognizes only one partner in a lifetime. How could I form a pact so casually? Fifth year of Yuanshuo, ninth month, eighth day: Rainy today. Cui Shanshan is stupid, and her eyesight is terrible. Why ask someone else about such a simple technique when I'm right beside her? So annoying. Do we really still need to form a pact...? Sixth year of Yuanshuo, tenth month, eleventh day: Why didn't Cui Shanshan wait for me after class? Does she not love me anymore? Which blind fool seduced my junior sister? Cui Shanshan is mine. (Struck through) Turns out she was secretly hiding behind the mountain, making me a birthday present. I like it. Sixtieth year of Yuanshuo, tenth month, twenty-ninth day: Heavy snow. Cui Shanshan doesn't want me anymore. Please note: * Everyone has different tastes. If this isn't for you, please don't force yourself to read it. Think carefully before buying the whole book, and be kind to yourself! * Love grows over time + mutual pining + saving each other + a long road to winning back one's wife. * A little infinite-loop survival, a cultivation journey where longevity costs lives, and a touch of Lovecraftian elements. Slow burn. * My take on cultivation. Not a strong-female-lead story, and romance-focused. Both leads are sweethearts who are devoted to pure love! * The writing is plain and simple, with very little depth. --- Upcoming novel --- Xie Zhao was dragged out of a pile of corpses by Xie Xiu'e when he was four. All her relatives had starved to death during the famine, leaving her alone in this world. From that day on, Xie Zhao became almost everything to Xiu'e. Even though her adopted little brother didn't like her much, with his cool, indifferent eyes and never once calling her Sister. As they grew older, Xiu'e saw that Xie Zhao was clever and extraordinary, so she saved up some money to send him to school. But the boy only turned the knife in his hand, driving it into a wild boar's neck before giving her a disdainful glance. "I'm not going." How could Xie Xiu'e not know that her little brother was refusing to go for her sake? She had contracted smallpox before she turned one, and had been kept alive by a few medicinal herbs. Their already impoverished life had grown even harder. But more than poverty, she feared that after she died, her young brother would be bullied in the village. The only people in the world who wouldn't be bullied were scholars. Her little brother refused to listen and silently shouldered every household responsibility. He never acted close to her, yet at night he would wipe the limbs of his sister, whose body was covered in sores. He tested medicine on himself for her again and again, and even secretly crossed several mountains to seek out a doctor. During the coldest, most bitter days, the warmth from the boy's chest always enveloped Xiu'e's hands, swollen with chilblains. When life became a little easier, Xiu'e once again tried every way she could to send him to the county school, but in the process, she fell into a villain's trap. The wind and rain raged that day. She was gagged and bound tightly with coarse rope inside a swaying bridal sedan chair. Through the thick walls of the coffin-like sedan, she heard her usually taciturn little brother cry out for her, his voice breaking as he begged her not to leave him. * In the second year of Yong'an, the chaos of war had just settled, and the new emperor ascended the throne. During the general amnesty, Xiu'e eloped with someone to the capital to make a living. She had just chosen a seat by the window in a noodle shop and was about to call to her husband, who was arranging their luggage outside, when a young gentleman in fine clothes suddenly sat down across from her. The newcomer wore a veiled hat, obscuring his features. But his sinister eyes were exactly like her little brother's had been, making the hair on her body stand on end. As timid as ever, she didn't dare take a proper look. She only raised a trembling hand to smooth her unruly hair and softly stammered, "S-someone's sitting here." That night, she had her first erotic dream. In the dream, her whole body was burning with desire. A young man held her back, and as they moved, a few drops of sweat fell along his pale neck. She bit down hard on her tongue, trying to end this absurd dream, but the young man gently took her earlobe between his lips at just the right moment and murmured hoarsely, "Since when did my sister become so stingy that she won't even let her own little brother see his brother-in-law?" Xiu'e jolted awake, sitting up in a cold sweat. Before she could catch her breath, she felt something and turned toward the room, just in time to meet a pair of shadowy eyes. "Why did you wake up, Sister? Did Zhao do a poor job?" The young man's voice was low and eerie. Who knew how long he'd been watching her in the night? His gaze was damp and clinging, like an evil spirit from the underworld come to claim her life. But she knew he wasn't an evil spirit. He was simply the little brother she had been parted from for many years. A gloomy, ghostlike young emperor x an honest, timid married heroine. Reunited after a broken relationship + a love story full of bitterness! 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