My Dream Guy Has Been Secretly Coveting Me

[Adorable little-cake artist bottom × aloof, ascetic top with touch starvation]

On a certain literature website, there’s a name that countless readers can’t get enough of: Yan Gu.

His writing is addictive, and readers go wild over his plots in the comments every day.

But this celebrated author is aloof to the extreme. He has no fan group, never holds book signings, and even his gender is a mystery.

No one knows that the person readers adore on the other side of the screen is enduring an unspeakable torment.

He has a skin hunger disorder and longs for touch. But because of his personality, he avoids even the lightest brush of fingertips in real life.

Countless nights, he can only repeatedly browse the Weibo account of an artist named Wen Zhou, drawing imaginary comfort from those suggestive lines to soothe the burning emptiness deep in his soul.

Meanwhile, Fang Wenzhou, who has caught someone’s attention, has been in a terrible mood lately. The forum is full of lamentations, with everyone guessing that Yan Gu might leave the scene.

As Yan Gu’s earliest devoted fan, Fang Wenzhou has left a comment every single day since Yan Gu had only a handful of favorites.

Though the other man is like a flower on a high mountain, he’s never once responded.

As the rumors grow, the little cake artist gets more and more dispirited, to the point that it affects his work.

He stops updating for the first time, and the so-called high-mountain flower is thrown into a panic.

The high-mountain flower uses a secret account to comment on his latest Weibo post: Has something happened lately?

Fang Wenzhou replies immediately: The author I’ve liked for years might be leaving the scene, and I really don’t feel like drawing lately.

That night, Yan Gu, whose Weibo has been gathering dust, posts a photo of his study for the first time.

Under the warm lamplight, his long fingers rest on a thick stack of manuscript pages.

Yan Gu: Writing a new story.

Later, Fang Wenzhou sits astride Gu Yan’s lap, his drawing tablet resting between the man’s knees as he concentrates on sketching storyboards for his new series.

Gu Yan’s body heat seeps through his thin loungewear, making Fang Wenzhou’s ears burn.

“Don’t move...” Fang Wenzhou pins down the hand that has suddenly started wandering at his waist. “Let me finish this drawing first.”

Gu Yan chuckles softly, his nose brushing the back of Fang Wenzhou’s neck. “You draw. I just suddenly realized...”

His warm palm slides beneath Fang Wenzhou’s clothes along his spine. With his other hand, he presses Fang Wenzhou against his taut lower abdomen. “I don’t think you’ve ever drawn this pose before.”

[Reading guide]

The top is ill. The top is ill. The top is ill. Extremely possessive!

Both leads have secret identities, and both are each other’s first.

[Walking-on-eggshells bottom × sinister, vicious top]

Lin Xingyue transmigrates into a story and becomes a cannon-fodder character who is doomed to die.

On the surface, the original owner is a notorious playboy in the capital, fond of cockfighting and chasing dogs, spending money like water, and passing his days in drunken revelry at brothels and pleasure houses.

But in secret, he has been plotting painstakingly to overthrow the imperial throne.

Worse still, when Lin Xingyue arrives, the original owner is in a brothel with a woman in each arm, while the emperor on the throne has already grown suspicious of the Yong'an Marquis’s heir, who pretends to be a fool.

Without any of the original owner’s memories, Lin Xingyue can’t tell which people around him are allies and which are spies, let alone how far the rebellion plot has progressed.

The only thing he can rely on is the novel he read.

He remembers the original character’s fate clearly: after the plot is exposed, the sinister, ruthless emperor has him torn apart by five horses.

To stay alive, Lin Xingyue decides to run immediately, as far from the capital that devours people as possible.

He forces himself to stay calm and hurries out of the brothel, only to run straight into someone.

The man before him wears a moon-white robe. His features are noble and refined, and his entire bearing seems out of place in this red-light district.

With his hands behind his back, he stands in the night, head slightly tilted, silently watching Lin Xingyue.

Lin Xingyue doesn’t recognize his face, but the man’s gaze is so intense that it feels like he’s seeing right through him.

Lin Xingyue’s heart tightens. Why is this man staring at him? Could he be someone the original owner knew?

There’s no time to think. Lin Xingyue can only grit his teeth and keep up the playboy act. He puts on a suave smile and says flirtatiously, “You’re quite handsome, my lord. I’ve fallen for you at first sight.”

The man curls his lips, the faint smile never reaching his eyes. “Is that so?”

The man’s smile makes Lin Xingyue’s hair stand on end. He senses something is wrong, but can’t put his finger on it.

He doesn’t know that the man before him should be sitting on the imperial throne. He has come here in disguise tonight specifically for Lin Xingyue.

That flirtatious remark has made Lin Xingyue the first person in history to dare hit on the emperor to his face.

And the ruler of the empire looks at him with cold eyes, clearly committing Lin Xingyue to memory.

Theme: You will always be my salvation