The Guide Says He Doesn’t Want an Arranged Marriage

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Sentinel/Guide story! Tsundere, hair-trigger sweet top x Cool, aloof, protective iceberg bottom

(Cute top. When writing him, I think of him as a sulky, spoiled kid, so please be patient with him.)

The son of the president of the highest council of the Interstellar Alliance and the younger brother of the Alliance's supreme commander is named Dalan.

The only child of an S-rank Guide and an S-rank Sentinel, he was born into a prestigious family and was the focus of everyone's attention from birth... Unfortunately, as he grew older, they discovered that his spirit animal was incomplete and his mental strength was only D-rank! The people of the empire were dismayed.

Dalan is sly and mischievous, yet exceptionally beautiful. He's both beautiful and mean, and his status is so exalted that nobody can hit or scold him. His father is at his wits' end.

Finally, after Dalan beat up the military commander's son, the council president found an excuse to send him to the military to gain experience.

Dalan is never well-behaved, wherever he goes, and he's no different in the military. Every day, he uses his pretty face to make ten grand promises. Doesn't he worry that one day he'll fall flat on his face and everyone will turn against him?

In the twenty-eighth year of the Federation, the West sent a secret message to the Central Region with a request.

Dalan packed his bags and made his way west. According to the letter, the most beautiful prince of the royal family was to be his partner.

The most beautiful... the most beautiful...

Dalan looked around and finally fixed his gaze on the face of a man in a wheelchair. He walked up to him, his pale golden eyes full of affection, and said, "Darling, it was a long journey. Will you blame me for being late?"

[Let's overlook the fact that a three-day trip took him three months.]

Sang Wei: "?"

The leader of the West wiped away his sweat and said, "Honorable Lord Dalan, are you choosing Sang Wei as your partner?"

Dalan looked confused. "Didn't the letter say he was the most beautiful?"

The leader of the West silently set off fireworks in his heart, but said with an inscrutable expression, "Of course. It's entirely up to you."

[The bottom only pretends to use a wheelchair because the situation calls for it.]

Reading Guide: The top comes from an extremely privileged family. His father has always had his back, and from now on, his partner and fathers will have his back. He's born to enjoy a life of luxury.

The top is quite sly, but not the sort to commit major offenses. He just tends to do little things that are a bit mean.

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Immortal, God, and Me Admire the Flowers and Sigh at the Moon

A college student top who comes to a cultivation world vs. a native immortal, a cool and aloof local bottom

Immortals belong in the heavens.

They say there is an immortal in the Ninth Heaven, a being of androgynous beauty, dressed in flowing white robes and surrounded by an ethereal aura, holding an immortal flute. People only dare watch from afar, afraid to get closer. The immortal is named Yan Wuyi.

There are many other rumors about this immortal, too.

For example, the immortal never gets angry.

The immortal likes to hold that flute while sleeping.

And so on...

Reading the descriptions of the immortal in the storybook, Jiang Quezhi's eyes glinted with amusement.

A striking person suddenly came to the storybook stall. Soon, a crowd gathered around him. It was the first time the vendor had ever been surrounded by so many people, and he was secretly delighted. Looking up, he saw the visitor's gentle expression and immediately started making a sales pitch. "Young master, this is a storybook about the immortal. It records the immortal's life story, and it's guaranteed to be true!"

Jiang Quezhi ran his fingers over the book, in high spirits. "I'll take one."

The vendor immediately handed it over. "Here you are, young master."

Jiang Quezhi paid him with a copper coin.

The vendor felt he'd found a big spender and went on to pitch the other wares at his stall. "Young master, I also have a jade flute just like the immortal's. Would you like one?"

This time, the handsome young man hesitated much longer. After a long while, he finally replied cheerfully, "Sure."

The vendor gave the immortal a thumbs-up in his heart. The immortal's things really did sell well!

Jiang Quezhi held the jade flute, supposedly just like the immortal's, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his lips as he thought of something.

The immortal Yan Wuyi's jade flute?

It had originally been his.

Someone had a terrible temper, and needed a little gift to soothe him.

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