The Boyfriend I Raised

Jiang Yunjing brought a grubby little boy home. He did his best to take care of every aspect of the boy's life and studies, and the child was well-behaved and lovable.

As time passed, the child grew into an eighteen-year-old young man, even a little taller than him. He had great proportions, a wonderful personality, and a gorgeous face.

Their friends all knew how close the two of them were, but they hadn't realized just how close... Close was one thing, but were they really close enough to kiss?

Their reactions:

Friend 1: You two...

Friend 2: When did you get together?

Friend 3: I knew it! No wonder you two guys are attached at the hip every day...

Jiang Yunjing: About six months ago. I realized I liked him, told him, and then we started dating...

Everyone: !!!

Men are like flowers at twenty-one. Through the clear glass, Jiang Yunjing saw the handsome man in the kitchen, wearing an apron and cooking for him. Unable to suppress his smile, he stood and went over, quietly coming up behind him. His arms wrapped around the man's waist like an octopus, and he buried his face against the side of his neck. Grinning, he praised him, drawing out the last syllable: "You're amazing, baby."

Qin Zhi's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, his back muscles tensing. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Bro, the food's about to burn."

Jiang Yunjing kept his hands moving, trying to hold back a laugh. "Then let it burn. We'll just buy another one. No big deal."

Qin Zhi helplessly turned off the heat, then took the initiative and launched a full-on counterattack.

Nothing lasts forever. Their relationship was perfectly fine, and they were in the middle of a sweet honeymoon phase, but Jiang Yunjing suddenly told him they were breaking up, saying he had realized he still liked women.

Qin Zhi didn't even get a chance to ask what was going on. The next day, he learned that Jiang Yunjing had been sent to prison.

A little extra scene:

Former inmate Jiang Yunjing: "I heard I died a few years ago. How did I die?"

Qin Zhi said flatly, "You got sick."

Jiang Yunjing asked again, "How did I get sick?"

Qin Zhi looked away and said, "You were fooling around outside..."

"That's harsh. You're cursing your own brother like that."

Jiang Yunjing (bottom) x Qin Zhi (top)

Gentle, absentminded, handsome big-hearted guy x beautiful, obsessive, unhinged puppy

* Younger top, nine-year age gap

* A large portion is told through flashbacks

* Reunited after a breakup

* No real-life inspiration, all made up

Next story: the upcoming novel, Bound by the Zither, Entwined with the Dragon. Please add it to your collection!

During a war among the demon clans, a rift briefly appeared in the distant sky. Many demons secretly slipped through it and reached a mysterious, free paradise beyond the world.

It was the human realm.

The demon king Xuan Hui Jiao was gravely wounded and his power severely depleted. Reduced to a little black snake with only three hundred years of cultivation, he had no choice but to flee through the rift to the human realm and recuperate.

Ever since the rifts first appeared, demons had wreaked havoc everywhere. A hundred years later, four demon-hunting offices were established in the human realm, each with its own duties.

The Qu family stood at the head of the four offices.

The Qu family excelled at music. Their ancestral spiritual-wood zither could both attack and defend, as well as lure enemies into revealing themselves. As the zither player's power grew, the music could spread farther, from as little as ten li to thousands upon thousands. Qu Luotong, the most powerful member of the Qu Office today, could pluck the strings and send his music a thousand li. Every demon within that range would reveal itself.

On a snowy day, the black snake Wu Hanyan, newly awakened from hibernation, accidentally fell victim to the cold and coiled around the ancient peach tree outside the Qu residence, frozen stiff.

The Qu family's young master, Qu Luotong, had been blind since birth, but his senses were extraordinarily keen. Still inside the courtyard, he caught the faint scent of a demon. He hurried out, appearing in the outer courtyard in the blink of an eye.

At that moment, Wu Hanyan was drowsy and hadn't noticed Qu Luotong approaching at all.

Suddenly, a talisman struck him square in the forehead, and a powerful sensation of falling rose within him!

In an instant, thick clouds of blood mist spread around him. Inside the mist were countless blurry, grotesque shadows. A moment later, he heard Qu Luotong laugh, then fell into warm arms that smelled of sandalwood.

"You bloody little thing, you're frozen stiff." Qu Luotong carried the snake inside and patiently waited for it to thaw.

Wu Hanyan: ...Seriously, which one of us is the little thing?

On their first night together, Wu Hanyan secretly changed into human form and prepared to poison him as punishment. But he was too weak, and the difference in their strength was too great, so he had to give up.

The man on the bed had fallen asleep in nothing but his inner robes. His smooth black hair draped over the pillow. Looking closer, Wu Hanyan saw a handsome face. He clicked his tongue. In all his thousand-plus years, he'd never seen anyone so strikingly beautiful. So he turned back into a snake and slowly coiled around the man's wrist. His bright red forked tongue gently brushed the pale skin. The faint blue veins beneath the back of the hand ran in a strange yet beautiful pattern, like an ancient totem. Entranced, he let his fangs peek out and left two red marks.

Wu Hanyan was startled by how good it tasted. No wonder the demons who fled here wreaked havoc in the human realm. Human blood was like a jewel compared to demon blood's common stones.

He greedily took two more sips, feeling refreshed from head to toe. Even the depleted power within him was gradually recovering. Just then, the man on the bed slowly opened his eyes, a hint of amusement in them, and asked gently, "Had enough?"

Wu Hanyan flicked his bright red tongue. "I like your blood."

Qu Luotong smiled indulgently. "You little thing, you're certainly honest."

A little extra scene:

On a cold winter night, Qu Luotong wore the little black snake on his hand while soaking in a hot spring. Suddenly, the water splashed everywhere, and he let out a startled cry. "What are you doing?"

"Beautiful boy, you're so handsome." Wu Hanyan slowly approached, lifted his arm, and bit into it, drawing blood. Qu Luotong tried to pull his hand away, but couldn't.

"The water's so hot, and you're so hot, too..." Wu Hanyan held him gently. "Snakes are lustful by nature, so don't move."

"Shameless..." The broken syllables came out between their tangled kisses.

Proud, sly, bloodthirsty demon king x gentle, reserved, innocent beauty

Mo Hanyan (top) x Qu Luotong (bottom)

Theme: Study hard and earn money to support the family.