My Husband Was Pieced Together

A preview of an upcoming novel: “Surprise! The Cross-Dressing Scammer Is a Young Man from Miaojiang”

The skeleton you brought home is slowly falling in love with you.

“How can a skeleton grow a new heart?”

Cheng Yu'an is a calm, self-possessed surgeon. That is, until one rainy night, he discovers a male skeleton of such eerie perfection in an abandoned church.

Its bones are perfectly proportioned, without a single flaw, like a work of art carefully preserved. On an impulse, he steals it and takes it home, making it his most private possession.

But one night, he wakes up drunk and discovers...

The skeleton's fingers are resting on his shoulder.

“Dr. Cheng, if you steal a corpse, you have to take responsibility.”

The skeleton grows flesh and blood, develops a heartbeat, and becomes a handsome, pale man. He calls himself “Mo Xuan.” His voice is low and husky, but his eyes are as pure as a child's.

Cheng Yu'an teaches him to speak, to read, and how to be “human.”

But what Mo Xuan learns fastest is to sneak kisses onto his fingertips while he's asleep.

“We're not the same kind... but I want to be your lover.”

“I want to eat you up so badly, to devour you whole, but I can't bear to.”

“Let's trade hearts, okay? Then every time they beat, I'll feel your passionate love for me.”

Strange rumors begin circulating around the hospital:

Patients with severe injuries mysteriously recover. A shadow flickers across the security footage, and a few faint red marks are always hidden beneath Cheng Yu'an's collar.

At night, Cheng Yu'an is pinned to the bed, the skin traced by icy bone fingers.

“Dr. Cheng, you collected me and pieced me together with your own hands.”

Mo Xuan grips his wrist and chuckles. “By human rules... now you have to take responsibility for me for the rest of your life.”

The skeleton you pieced together with your own hands will become your husband in the end.

Aloof on the outside, devoted on the inside doctor bottom x nonhuman skeleton top

A preview of an upcoming novel: “Surprise! The Cross-Dressing Scammer Is a Young Man from Miaojiang”

Yun Che transmigrates into the body of a streamer hated by the entire internet. The original owner was obsessed with the campus heartthrob, yet relentlessly pestered his rich roommate, Shen Yu, to set them up.

The heartthrob found him annoying, Shen Yu hated his clinginess, and the livestream chat was full of mockery. His bank account had only 87 yuan left after the original owner spent everything chasing the heartthrob.

To make ends meet, Yun Che had no choice but to start a new account and livestream without showing his face.

The camera showed only his long, slender fingers and lean waist. A venomous spider danced gracefully to his finger movements, then bowed politely to the camera.

The comments went from [Attention-seeking] to [Holy shit].

In the days that followed, Yun Che's livestreams repeatedly showed off his special skills: venomous snakes swayed to music, centipedes flipped with pinpoint precision, and toads froze in place with their tongues out.

The tips kept pouring in, but he still never showed his face, only displaying the fit figure the comments praised as “slim waist, long legs, and a perky ass.”

“Miaojiang Gu master, taking orders online.” He lowered his voice, making it sound mysterious and seductive through a voice changer.

One day, a viewer with the ID “S” sent him ten rockets in a row.

[Livestream wearing a skirt, and I'll send ten more.]

Yun Che raised an eyebrow. He needed money, and lots of it. Practicing Miaojiang mysticism required special herbs, and they were expensive.

“Deal.”

The next day, he put on the black camisole dress S had sent him. The hem barely covered what it needed to. In front of the camera, a long, gorgeous venomous snake coiled around his thigh like a ribbon, keeping viewers awake all night.

[S sent a rocket ship]

[S: Wear the red one I sent you next time.]

Yun Che chuckled. “That'll cost extra.”

Gradually, S's tips became more generous, and the requests more outrageous: dresses, high heels, lace gloves, cat-ear headbands.

Yun Che accepted every request, as long as the money was right.

Until one day, S sent him a private message: [Let's meet. Name your price.]

Yun Che was about to refuse when the other person transferred 50,000 yuan directly.

[Deposit.]

He stared at his balance and thought of the expensive herb needed by the golden silkworm gu, which was about to hatch.

“Fine.”

They arranged to meet at a cafe off campus. Yun Che arrived early and picked a corner table.

The doorbell rang. He looked up and froze.

It was Shen Yu, the rich second-generation heir the original owner had relentlessly pestered, and Yun Che's current roommate.

Yun Che instinctively lowered the brim of his hat, but Shen Yu walked straight over and sat down across from him.

“Waiting for someone?” Shen Yu's voice was even colder than it sounded on the livestream.

Yun Che lowered his voice. “Yeah.”

“What a coincidence. So am I.” Shen Yu sized him up. “You look a lot like a streamer I follow. Great figure. Looks especially hot in a skirt.”

Yun Che jumped to his feet, but Shen Yu grabbed his wrist.

“Don't rush off...” Shen Yu's voice suddenly stopped, his eyes falling on the tiny butterfly-shaped birthmark on the inside of Yun Che's wrist. That birthmark had accidentally shown during a livestream.

His eyes suddenly darkened. “So it was you all along...”

Yun Che: “...”

I'm done for. My identity's exposed.

A Miaojiang bottom who's aloof on the outside but improper on the inside x a rich, love-struck, gloomy ghost of a top

Theme: Honesty and kindness