Failing to Scheme Against the Gods and Paying the Price Himself

Scheming, gloomy yandere x fiery, heartless fox spirit

When Lu Ansheng was eighteen, a god pinned her to a hotel bed.

The god looked down at her, smiling brazenly.

"Short-lived mortal, you won't live past twenty-four."

After five years of scheming, Lu Ansheng wiped the moisture from the corner of her mouth. Her voice was so gentle it hardly seemed like hers.

"Lady Mountain God, it seems... you can't live without me anymore."

Qing Shiying believed her.

She believed the late-night porridge, the vigil by her side when she had a fever, the umbrella tilted toward her on rainy days.

She believed there was an entire spring hidden in those eyes.

Until she opened that secret door.

Walls covered in photographs, tears and hair in the refrigerator, and five notebooks full of observation data.

"What were you thinking when you kissed me?"

"I was thinking... whether your divine power was enough to prolong my life."

Qing Shiying severed her tail and turned away without a backward glance.

"Your love was a deception from beginning to end."

Later, Lu Ansheng knelt amid the broken glass, clutching that bloodstained tail, and screamed like a madwoman:

"I don't want to prolong my life anymore! I only want you!"

But the god no longer believed her.

She wanted to use divine power to prolong her life.

But she never expected that in the end, it would be her heart that was given more time.

[Reading Notice]

Both leads are each other's one and only.

The first part is all scheming, with no sincere feelings. If there are any sincere feelings, they're Lu Ansheng deceiving herself for her own sake.

Qing Shiying has always been sincere, returning sincerity for sincerity.

---Next Book

The Person Who Loves You Least in the World

My friend asked me to seduce someone, saying she was an enemy.

I took the job. I had nothing better to do, and I never took relationships seriously.

But on the day I went to meet her, she was standing outside a bar, head bowed as she smoked.

It reminded me of when I was twelve and went to my aunt's wedding.

That year, I fell in love at first sight with my aunt's bride.

She should have been my bride.

I pretended to be a poor student to get close to her, often going to places she frequented and pretending to work there. She treated me well.

I'm a germaphobe. For all these years, no one has dared touch me.

But that day, after we'd had a little to drink, she kissed me...

To my surprise, I wanted to climb into her bed.

Theme: Unable to let go