I fell in love with my father's new "wife," my "little mom" who was a man just like me.
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Xing Zhanci harbored feelings for Bai Tingshu that no ordinary person could ever know.
The longing that consumed him day and night became an endless, insatiable desire when he returned home from abroad.
He wanted to kiss every inch of Bai Tingshu's tender skin, like sweet flag, and trace his frail bones, pale as mist and green as jade.
He wanted to watch him dance in the shadows upon his body, then hear him call his name in a damp, silken voice, weaving seduction like fine embroidery between their lips. Again and again, without end.
Their moans grew hoarse as they shared an enchanting springtime together.
No one knew about his private desires. Yet he insisted on letting everyone bear witness, making that person see with his own eyes how much he loved his little mom.
He would take the white lotus hidden beneath the high walls, untouched by the mud of the swamp where it grew, roots and all, and confine it within his own domain.
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He was determined to snatch him from his father and claim that beautiful jade for himself.
"He isn't a withered branch or a faded flower. I'll nurture and water him until he flourishes."
Theme: They say the eyes are the sprouts of love, and the heart is the seed of desire.
