After Forcibly Marrying Long Aotian's Husband

Please make sure to read the official version and the reader comments together, or you'll miss out on so many delicious goodies 💛 “Call Him Husband by Day, and He Calls Me Husband by Night” Liu Xiantang transmigrated into a cultivation world! He threw back his head and laughed. “Mwahahahahaha! Had I, Liu Xiantang, not been born, the ages would have been an endless night!” The System said mildly, “Don't get ahead of yourself. Read the plot first.” After reading the plot, he was left with: … “Could you explain why there's a fiancé character in a male-oriented novel about a proud, invincible hero who breaks off an engagement?!” The System: “Heh. It's to make the male lead homophobic.” Liu Xiantang: “Heh. Great, I'm homophobic too.” When he opened his eyes again, he was standing at the engagement-breaking scene, in the body of a vicious cannon-fodder character who was shouting about ending the engagement. Then the overpowered male lead, who had instantly reached max level, killed him. Heaven above! How I hate the moon hanging high in the sky, shining on everyone but me! Qin An was once a fallen prodigy, abandoned by his family and married off to Liu Xiantang. On his road back to the top, he unexpectedly found his soulmate and cherished him like a treasure. Everyone knew that Qin An loved his Dao companion with a wild, all-consuming devotion. Liu Xiantang scoffed. “Yeah, right. He's just a quiet little homophobe.” What love?! All he ever said was “bro” this and “bro” that, and he wouldn't even let Liu Xiantang touch his hand! Liu Xiantang was about to die of frustration. If he didn't cultivate dual cultivation with someone soon, his furnace physique would kill him!!! Then that night, in desperation, the drug he had meant for his senior brother was drunk by the invincible male lead instead. Qin An leaned over him, his possessiveness all but overflowing, and asked, “Husband, why did you change your heart?” Liu Xiantang buried his burning-red face in the crimson pillow, his lashes growing damp and wetting the bed. The man seized his trembling wrist and leaned close to his ear, chuckling in a husky voice. “Am I not enough for you, husband? Hmm?” Unable to answer, and pressed too hard by the questions, he could only let out a sob and kick out at him Had this homophobic, invincible male lead taken the wrong medicine or what?! Help. How I hate the sun hanging high in the sky, shining on me alone! Reader's guide 1. Pure-hearted, straightforward young master shou X obsessive, devoted, invincible male lead gong 2. One-on-one romance, happy ending, both leads' firsts 3. A romance set in a cultivation world 4. Please support our adorable, beautiful shou! Our little Tang is silly but gorgeous, and even his slaps pack a punch. 5. The gong drank a bowl of herbal medicine and cured himself, going from homophobic to gay. P.S. My tastes are weird, so please go easy on me. But I promise the two of them will have plenty of back-and-forth. Just-for-fun bonus scene: After faking his death and coming back, Liu Xiantang found his good friend passionately gnawing on his body. When the other person was done, he carefully opened his eyes. “...Hi?” His good friend: “…” “For a hundred years, I've been nourishing your body. Aren't you touched?” Liu Xiantang stared silently at his good friend, now gone dark. Don't move. Don't move. His good friend looked back at him. A chill filled the air. I believe you, I believe you. You mean nourishing it with your tongue, right? Lying limply in his good friend's arms, Liu Xiantang touched his sore mouth and whimpered through his tears. “I'm touched. So touched.” Waaah. Follow me on web under the same author name (winks) Upcoming modern romance: What Do I Do Now That the Real Young Master Has Amnesia? Modern fluffy animal romance: The Rabbit's Side of Humanity, please add it to your favorites Angsty historical BL: Chasing My Master with Humiliation Will Get You Nowhere Blurb for Chasing My Master with Humiliation Will Get You Nowhere: Shen Du regretted going to look for his master in the middle of the night. With red-rimmed eyes, he knelt before his master and rested his head on his knee. “Master, this disciple was wrong.” His master was silent for a moment, then raised a hand to stroke his hair. “Good disciple, you're so badly injured. Of course your master will go ask for medicine on your behalf.” The voice above him was cool and clear, like a mountain spring striking jade. Shen Du obediently looked up and met his master's indifferent yet gentle eyes. Shen Du saw the suggestive red marks hidden beneath his sleeve. He abruptly remembered what he'd witnessed that night. His master's cool eyes had been filled with tears, his expression broken and hazy. White hair trailed across the floor, and his body was covered in grime. His usual aloofness, which kept everyone at arm's length, had melted into something alluring and decadent, all coy resistance and irresistible seduction. The hands of the wild man on the bed had gripped his slender waist, veins standing out. Just like Shen Du's hands now, clutching his master's robes. His master looked down at him. So wanton. Shen Du was so jealous he felt like he was going mad. His eyes darkened, but he put on an even more obedient smile and rubbed against his master's palm. “Master, you'll stay by your disciple's side forever, won't you?” Just that little touch and his master must be soaked already. Besides, his grand formation was complete. Next month, his master would be his. “Of course.” His master patted his head like he was a puppy, his expression tender and affectionate. “Good. This disciple will not disappoint you!” “Master! Master! Du'er was only led astray for a moment. Please spare him this once!” The white-robed Immortal Venerable knelt before the Immortal's unreachable cave abode, his expression sorrowful, his voice raw with grief. A sliver of daylight spilled from the cave. Another white-robed immortal stepped out barefoot, tall and straight, his expression hidden in shadow, ghostlike and beguiling. “Master!” The Immortal Venerable shuffled forward on his knees and looked up at the white-robed immortal. Before him stood the sect's reclusive half-step ascension expert. The Immortal Venerable resembled him in bearing, as if they had come from the same mold. The immortal roared in a deep voice, “Changyuan, I told you long ago that this child must not be allowed to live! You know he is your disciple, but do you know that you are my disciple too?!” “Must you be the only one allowed to grieve for your treacherous disciple, while I am forbidden to grieve for the disciple who's about to die?” The Immortal Venerable's delicate, pale wrist trembled like a fine ink painting. His beautiful eyes brimmed with tears as he pleaded and slowly caught hold of the immortal's robe. At the sight, the immortal laughed in fury and bent down to whisper over the Immortal Venerable's head. “I can let him live.” “But, just like that day, you'll have to trade yourself for him.” Reader's guide 1. Both leads are each other's firsts, one-on-one, happy ending. A beautiful, aloof, white-haired master shou who fiercely protects his disciple X an immortal patriarch gong whose old flame has finally caught fire, driven mad by his disciple 2. The disciple is a villain, and part of the play. Every time he almost succeeds, the patriarch intercepts him. 3. The master sees the disciple only as a son, not a romantic interest. 4. A messy, angsty love triangle. Extremely messy, with plenty of dark tropes, including abuse, pregnancy, and miscarriage. There are too many to list one by one. Blurb for What Do I Do Now That the Real Young Master Has Amnesia? In the seventh year of his relationship with the real young master, the real young master hit his head and damaged his brain. Maybe he'd read too many novels. When he heard there was also a fake young master in the family, he shouted that the fake young master would rob and murder them, then demanded he be kicked out of the house. The butler, who knew about the relationship between the two, repeatedly tried to stop him. “Young Master, you can't do that.” The real young master: “I can and I will! Get him out of my house!” The fake young master happened to walk by, rolled his eyes, and cheerfully started packing. He was genuinely ready to leave. The real young master saw the fake young master roll his eyes as he passed by and was struck dumb with admiration. Even an eye roll could look so ethereal. So he grabbed him and, without missing a beat, put on a deep, breathy voice. “Baby, do you believe in love at first sight?” The fake young master: ? The fake young master blinked, looking pitiful. “Young Master, I'm your fake young master brother's boyfriend. I'm leaving with him now.” The real young master was furious. Why was the person he fell in love with at first sight dating that fake nobody? The fake young master really did have to steal everything from him! So the real young master hugged the fake young master and declared, with all the confidence of a domineering CEO, “He's not good enough for you! Beauty, come with me. I'll treat you even better!” The fake young master: == Is he insane? The butler: == Yes, young master. The fake young master wiped away his tears. “I'm sorry, Young Master, but your brother and I truly love each other. Love can't be measured in money!” The real young master was angry. “What's so great about that fake nobody? Be with me, and I'll give you half my fortune.” The fake young master kept wiping his tears. “Young Master, please let your brother and me be together! Even if he has no money, I can work to support him. I love him so much!” The real young master was furious. “What exactly is so great about him? I don't care. You should be with me.” The fake young master cried and played along, leading him on. “No, you can't lock me up.” A lightbulb flashed on in the real young master's head. He grabbed the fake young master's chin. “Man, I'm going to keep you locked up and make you my songbird!” The fake young master put on a very convincing performance. “No! Please, Young Master!” And so, the fake young master successfully began a life of vacations at home, with meals brought to him and help with everything, and someone waiting on him in and out of bed. Finally, he didn't have to work that awful seven-in-the-morning-to-ten-at-night job anymore. Amazing! 【Bonus scene】 The real young master finally recovered his memories. When the fake young master saw him come back, he was lounging on the sofa, eating fruit. He was very committed to the role and got into character in a second. He struck a frail pose and complained plaintively, “When are you going to let me go? I miss your brother.” The real young master laughed angrily as he started taking off his clothes and walked over. The fake young master stared in shock. Why did this idiot seem different? It took him half a day to realize that his cheap little brother had gotten his memories back and was collecting, with interest, on everything he was owed. This time, the fake young master really did cry, hurling curses as he bit down on the real young master's shoulder. “You bastard, don't you dare get carried away!” The real young master wheedled, “Just once, big brother.” He hadn't heard him call him big brother in ages, so the fake young master immediately softened. Then he spent half a month cursing himself for giving in. 1. A real young master with a brainless husky personality gong X a real actor who pretends to be a delicate fake wife, fake young master shou 2. Both leads are each other's firsts. A short, sweet pseudo-incest story. They aren't registered under the same household. 3. I can't think of any warnings to add, so that'll do for now. Theme: The one you love may be separated from you by mountains and seas, but even mountains and seas can be crossed