The Warlord and the Beauty

A domineering, spoiled, fake-crying, wicked beauty seme who cross-dresses as a woman x a macho, rugged, ambitious, burly dog-like gong

Yuwen Yan fell in love at first sight with a beauty.

...Turns out he was a man dressed as a woman.

Yuwen Yan was torn up with indecision, agonizing over it as he battled with himself. But when he saw his beauty again...

Who cares if he's a man or a woman? He's mine now!

Yuwen Yan fell completely for him and married him, calling him "my little darling" every day.

Realizing that he was tall and strong enough to knock his beauty out with one punch and hurt him, he obediently became the bottom.

Fu Ji was forcibly taken home by a man.

To prevent his brothers from killing one another, his mother had dressed him as a girl since childhood so he could survive. Then war broke out, and there was no longer any point in competing to become the heir.

He was just about to fake his own death and escape, planning to use his extensive knowledge to find a position as a military strategist, when a towering brute fell in love with him at first sight.

The damn man was tall and burly, with a thick beard, a strong, broad build, and a full chest. Fu Ji couldn't make out his face, but his eyes shone alarmingly bright, fierce yet clear when he looked at him.

Fu Ji's temple twitched. He felt his days were numbered and wondered how he could escape.

But the man did whatever he was told. He would go east, never west. He even tearfully shaved off the beard he'd spent years growing. When asked why he had kept it, he said everyone loved a handsome bearded lord, and he had hoped to use his beard to seduce Fu Ji.

...What a weirdo.

Without the beard, he revealed a handsome, sun-bronzed face. His features were stern and striking, yet when he looked at Fu Ji, his gaze was clear, ardent, and utterly guileless.

At least he wouldn't hurt Fu Ji's eyes.

The man showered Fu Ji with jewelry and treated him with indulgence and affection.

Fu Ji thought it was pretty fun to tease him.

Whenever Fu Ji fake-cried, the man would lose his bearings, holding him and trying to comfort him in a panic. He called him "my little darling" over and over, ready to get down on his knees if that would make him stop crying. He'd even pull out his heart and show it to Fu Ji.

...Fun. He'd keep playing with him.

Yuwen Yan thought his wife was far too delicate. At the slightest discomfort, he'd lower his head and sob, making Yuwen Yan want to pull out his own heart just to soothe him.

And his heart wasn't enough. Yuwen Yan wanted to give him other things, too.

He thought that only the most exalted position in the world was worthy of his Fu Ji, that only the most comfortable palace was worthy of his Fu Ji, and that only the most precious gold, silver, and jewels were worthy of his Fu Ji.

Once he conquered the imperial capital, he'd build an even grander palace for his little darling.

He'd also search the world for the softest brocade to make his bedding and string together the Southern Border's luminous pearls to hang as curtains, so Fu Ji wouldn't bump into anything even when he got up at night.

His Fu Ji was spoiled and precious. Yuwen Yan could only gaze dreamily at that face, so close and nestled in his arms.

The struggle to divide the realm and conquer the Central Plains grew hazy.

The person before him was the only kingdom that mattered.

This man spoiled him far too much.

Fu Ji had also been spoiled until he lost his bearings.

He would focus on his strategies as a military adviser and his ambition to make his name live on in history, then casually slip into the man's arms, resting his head on his chest and lazily tracing his torso with his fingertips.

His voice was low and gentle, sweetly coquettish.

"My lord is the bravest, most stalwart man beneath the heavens, a pillar of strength and the mightiest of them all. You're so good to me..."

Just as the man was made giddy by his praise and wrapped his arms around him to kiss him enthusiastically, the beauty in his arms suddenly shifted from a playful voice to a perfect sob. His beautiful eyes turned wicked, brimming with tears.

"My lord, sob... Your beard scratched me again. I'm never speaking to you again."

The man's expression froze. Seeing his reddened eyes, he immediately said,

"My little darling, I... I shaved this morning..."

He could guarantee it hadn't scratched him at all...

But at the sight of those tears, all reason vanished. He flailed in panic. "It's my fault, my little darling. Please don't cry. I'll give you anything you want... Don't stop talking to me..."

The man comforted him, helpless and tender, wishing he could scrape off his own face to let Fu Ji vent his anger. When he saw Fu Ji cover his face and keep sobbing, he was nearly in tears himself.

Behind his hands, Fu Ji's lips curled into a wicked smile.

The man knew he was fake-crying, but he never learned his lesson.

...Fun. He'd keep playing.

For the rest of their lives.

1. The gong is about 191 cm tall, handsome and powerfully built. He spoils the seme. He's a fierce, domineering, macho, ambitious military leader and handsome miner in public, but clumsy, guileless, and passionately devoted in private.

2. The seme is a wicked, proud beauty, a bad-boy seme and a spoiled brat. He looks roughly like the cover, but isn't quite as muscular: slim when dressed, with a muscular body underneath. He's sweet-tongued and spoiled, and the gong is so flattered by his praise that he'd give him the stars or the moon. He loves him without a shred of reason. The poor burly gong is wrapped around the beauty's little finger, spending every day thinking, "My wife is so wonderful, my wife is so lovely, my wife, my wife, my wife, my wife, my wife, my wife, my wife..."

3. Both are each other's first and only. A sweet romance.

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