The Demon Lord Just Wants to Cuddle

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Sharp-tongued, talkative, universally hated top vs aloof, pure-hearted beauty on a high peak

Rong Zhiyuan is the infamous Demon Lord whom everyone wants dead. He slaughtered his fellow disciples, betrayed his master, and wreaked havoc across the Three Realms. All living beings want nothing more than to kill him.

He went from a celebrated prodigy of the immortal sects to an ungrateful traitor condemned by all.

Rong Zhiyuan: "Since you all can't wait to die, I'll grant your wish!"

The Demon Lord survived the great hunt by the sects in the Cangwu Secret Realm, only to die alongside someone who sacrificed themselves for the Dao.

He thought his body had perished, his cultivation destroyed, and his soul scattered throughout the world. But when he opened his eyes again, Rong Zhiyuan had been reborn.

Seeing his old enemies again, Rong Zhiyuan, reborn with his full cultivation, wanted to slaughter them all to avenge his past self. But his former archrival swooped down from the sky and forcibly took him away.

The youth held his sword and shielded him. "I claim this man."

A sword through the heart in his previous life had finally opened Rong Zhiyuan's eyes. He decided to shut his heart away and renounce love.

Cherish your life. Stay away from Shi Yubai...

Until that man was bound inside the Four Spirits Blood Array, covered in blood and sentenced to be pierced by ten thousand swords. Panic seized Rong Zhiyuan, and he kicked the barrier of the blood array to pieces.

Rong Zhiyuan: "If he dies, I'll tear down all nine provinces and twelve domains!"

The immortal sects: "Do you hear what you're saying?"

Coming soon: "Three Thousand Guests, Drunk on Flowers"

Blurb:

Roguish, carefree top vs sickly beauty bottom

The He family had guarded the Tianyong Pass in the northern frontier for generations. A secret letter made the new emperor suspicious of them, and the old General He was summoned back to Xun Capital. The famed war hero was reduced to a prisoner accused of treason.

The He family's only son, He Lanting, came to the capital without waiting for a summons and barged into Mingde Hall alone, sword in hand. The emperor was furious and threw him in prison. Everyone thought the He family was doomed.

But then the northern frontier was in peril. Huiqian launched a nighttime raid, and with no one else to turn to, the emperor had no choice but to let the old General He earn merit to atone for his alleged crimes. He kept the He family's only son, He Lanting, in Xundu until the war was over and the matter could be investigated.

The young General He was arrogant and overbearing, having offended every official at court. He was every bit the carefree wastrel, and everyone who saw him said, "That boy is good for nothing."

Drunk on wine, he impulsively pulled someone over to lean on, and they both fell into the water.

When he pulled the man up, he learned he was from the Ji family. Not only did his name include the character for jade, he was as fragile as jade too, ready to shatter at the slightest touch. But that wasn't all: the man actually dared to pretend He Lanting had wronged him?

Early the next morning, the Ji family showed up at the He residence with the man and his bed. Ji Yuanheng covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed until he could barely stand.

Without another word, He Lanting carried the bed into court and asked the emperor to judge the matter. The emperor handed down his golden decree: He Lanting had to take responsibility for the man.

And so, in addition to He Lanting, the He residence gained someone else who could breathe...

Strangely enough, this sickly young man coughed as if he might die during the day, but at night he climbed walls more deftly than a thief.

Wait, is this right?

Only when He Lanting cornered him in the study, in the dim light, did he realize how close they were. Close enough to catch the faint, bitter scent on Ji Yuanheng, tempting him to move nearer.

"Lord Ji," he said, looking down at him. "Why are you sneaking into my study in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? Are you looking for something, or looking for me?"

"Why don't you guess, Second Young Master?"

"I can't guess." He Lanting chuckled softly, his hot breath brushing the other's ear. "Lord Ji's mind is too deep. How could I possibly see through it?"

Their eyes met. Moonlight slipped through the gap in the window, illuminating the almost nonexistent space between them.

Without warning, Ji Yuanheng grabbed He Lanting by the lapels, pulled him close, and kissed him.

Later,

Ji Yuanheng transformed from an overlooked illegitimate son of the Ji family into the newly appointed Censor-in-Chief. He tossed down a stack of banknotes and told He Lanting they were even.

Rumors spread across Yanjing that the young General He had tried to buy the Censor-in-Chief as his kept man, only to be rejected. Even his parents, far away in the north, heard the news and wrote to curse him as a scoundrel.

He Lanting went to the emperor again to seek justice, only to nearly receive an imperial decree arranging his marriage...

While he was in a panic, the other man was enjoying a peaceful life.

He Lanting gritted his teeth and climbed over the Ji family's wall under cover of darkness.

He slipped into Ji Yuanheng's courtyard, climbed into his bed, and kissed him fiercely. "Ji Zhou Shi, you took everything from me and now you want to run? You heartless bastard!"

Ji Yuanheng: "...Get lost."

(Fictional dynasty. Please don't take the historical details too seriously.)

Theme: We can't escape the ordinary, but romance can last until death