How Long Can Your Snowman Live?

Zhu Zhixi had lived a dazzling life for 26 years, from Africa to Antarctica, from backpacker to volunteer. He was always looking for his next adventure. Then one day, he woke up to find a countdown to his death on his palm: [60 days, 0 hours, 0 minutes, 0 seconds]

I only have sixty days to live?

A few days later, he was forced to attend a matchmaking date. His match was a dull archaeology professor, a handsome but expressionless Alpha, colder than a snowman.

Zhu Zhixi: “I’m a beta. Marrying me is basically the same as getting sterilized.”

Sterilized? I’m practically a corpse with half my body in the grave. Anyone who marries me is just trying to bring good luck to a widower, and I’ll be packed off to the widowers’ club with a “bereaved” label slapped on me. And who’d want to marry an Alpha anyway? They spray pheromones everywhere, and during a rut they can’t even control their lower halves...

Wait, why did the countdown stop?

Zhu Zhixi: “Hold on, sterilization actually has its advantages...”

He grabbed the snowman’s hand, and the countdown stopped again

Zhu Zhixi: Thank goodness! I’ve found a lifeline. I’m saved!

After the wedding, he had to keep close to his husband to stay alive. But gradually, he discovered that holding hands and hugging were losing their effect!

Zhu Zhixi: It’s over. My husband’s not working anymore.

To his surprise, the husband who’d never cared whether he lived or died offered to help. “Could it be that the method isn’t working, rather than the person? Want to try something else?”

Zhu Zhixi: “Try what?”

The next morning, ignoring his sore back, he immediately checked his palm.

Fu Rangyi: “Did it work?”

Zhu Zhixi: “It stopped! It worked! Thanks, honey! You’re amazing! Ah, no, I mean that was amazing... (the more he explains, the worse it sounds)”

What a clumsy little trick. If you like me, just say so.

Fu Rangyi rubbed the back of the neck he’d bitten the night before. “You’re welcome. If it works, use it as much as you like, darling.”

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Fu Rangyi at first: Great, he’s a beta. No pheromone complications, and an easy divorce.

Fu Rangyi later: Why is he a beta...? Why can’t I mark him...?

People really can’t relate to the person they were just a few months ago.

---A little extra---

On their first snowy day after the wedding, Zhu Zhixi brought a little snowman home. “I just made it. It’s for you!”

Fu Rangyi didn’t take it. “We have heating indoors. How long do you think your snowman will last?”

What a meanie! Zhu Zhixi retorted, “It’ll be dead by tomorrow!”

He put it on the balcony. A few days later, he checked on it and found that it had melted, leaving only its twig arms.

Much later, the man who never cooked opened the freezer and froze in surprise. The missing snowman had been tucked inside a Christmas cake box. Its arms had been replaced with bamboo archaeology picks, and it now had round blueberry eyes.

Well... it had lasted a long time after all.

A seemingly half-dead, sharp-tongued, jealous, devoted husband seme x a passionate, vibrant, life-loving uke

#Older seme and younger beta #Marriage first, love later #A wintertime urban fairy tale

Theme: Love arrives before death.