Lin Jingxu was spoiled and ill-tempered, with nothing going for him but his face.
It was a pity that the Lin family held so much power. Even though the young master Lin had an exquisite furnace physique, with an intoxicating natural fragrance and a body born to seduce, no one dared show their contempt for him openly.
Then the Lin family was suddenly destroyed, and the once pampered young master fell into the mud. He was left with a body riddled with chronic ailments, and he lost his memory as well.
Many of the most gifted young people in the Immortal Alliance had been humiliated and offended by Lin Jingxu.
Some couldn't help itching to take revenge, but then they glimpsed the beautiful shoulders trembling like cicada wings on the bed inside.
That sound... someone had beaten them to it...
It was Lou Fanxing.
The servant Lin Jingxu had treated like a dog, ordering him around and berating him.
Though he had been born into the lowest class, his aloof air made him seem more like a noble young master than his own master. He was also the person Lin Jingxu had targeted and hated most.
Now that the Lin family had fallen, Lou Fanxing had instead joined the Xuanxiao Sect and risen swiftly through the ranks, becoming a disciple of the sect leader, whom everyone treated with respect.
The skin beneath his lips gave off a fragrance that seemed to rise from the very bones. They said it could cloud the mind, yet Lou Fanxing's eyes remained clear as he asked in a hoarse, gentle voice, "What is the young master to this servant now?"
The person in his arms shivered and hugged him tightly, utterly dependent on him. "A furnace..."
He tucked the other's damp, broken strands of hair behind his ear. A beautiful face revealed a vivid red mole at the corner of the eye, shaped like a star.
Lou Fanxing had branded him with it just moments ago.
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Lin Jingxu only knew that he had a cultivation partner he practiced dual cultivation with. The other treated him coldly, as if he were a kept lover who had to be hidden away.
Angry and unconvinced, Lin Jingxu used a little trick to undo his shackles and sneak out.
On his first escape, someone gave him a thorough scolding. Lin Jingxu glared in wounded indignation. "My husband says I'm beautiful and kind. I really don't hit people!"
The furious man shoved a whip into his hands. "Go on! Try hitting me again. I don't believe you can't remember!"
Lin Jingxu: "...?"
On his second escape, someone used a Thread-Controlling Gu on him, turning him into a puppet under their control for several days. It was because he had once stomped the person's favorite Gu worm to death right in front of them.
On his third escape, someone nearly castrated him. Lin Jingxu wept until his face was streaked with tears, yelling that he would never again call him an impotent invalid.
On his... nth escape...
Lin Jingxu huddled in the corner, feeling for the first time that the cage his husband had built was exceptionally safe. He tried to be good and stay where he was.
But then someone came looking for him. They laughed mockingly and said, "The young master's unusual constitution makes him the perfect hostage to send to the Demon Realm, a suggestion Senior Brother Lou himself brought up."
Lin Jingxu stared blankly at his silent, composed cultivation partner. Tears soaked his sleeve. "If I'm gone, will you miss A-Xu, husband?"
Lou Fanxing lifted his chin and examined him for a moment, then placed a kiss on his lips, apparently satisfied. "No. You're so annoying, young master. No one would miss you."
A rare thing happened: Lin Jingxu stopped crying.
After that, Lou Fanxing often wondered whether Lin Jingxu's feelings, whether sorrow or resentment, could ever be caused by him.
Until news came of an uprising in the Demon Realm.
And Lin Jingxu was nowhere to be found, not even a trace of his bones.
Regret turned into an even deeper hatred.
Meanwhile, beneath a mountain of corpses in the demonic lands, someone more beautiful than a seductive ghost crawled out.
* [Resent the moon for hanging high, but don't resent me alone | Perhaps a little... something | Dark-hearted, twisted top x spoiled princess type | Master of the green tea act | A bully who picks on the weak, pampered bottom]
* A dark, bleak story. Neither lead is a perfect person.
* A beloved-by-all bottom, who doesn't become completely spineless and submissive even after losing his memory.
* The top is a piece of work too, with an eccentric grasp of emotions and a strange thought process ⊙﹏⊙
Theme: Keep your spirits up
