Wishing You the East Wind

Looking for bookmarks for my upcoming novel! The blurb is below~

Blurb:

Feng Shui works as a bodyguard for the young master of the wealthy Zhao family.

The young master is handsome and tall, but he has an intellectual disability and is a fool.

Feng Shui practices poisoning, and the young master picks up the doctored drink and downs it in one go, then looks at him and burps.

Feng Shui makes an excuse to teach him kickboxing so he can get him alone. The young master is a fool with poor coordination, and trips over his own feet, falling into Feng Shui's arms. He blinks his clear eyes, his lips full and rosy.

When they are being hunted, Feng Shui takes advantage of the chaos to lead the young master somewhere deserted. He draws a gleaming knife and presses it to the back of the young man's neck. But even with death staring him in the face, the fool only worries about Feng Shui's injuries, crying so hard his eyes turn red and wet.

"Huh," Feng Shui thinks. "That's strange. Why is he crying?"

I'm the one who got shot! Why is he crying!?

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When they meet again six years later, Zhao Zhiyu has completely recovered. He's no longer the naive, ignorant fool he was back then.

He looks at the down-and-out hotel security guard in front of him.

This is his ex-boyfriend, the first person he ever fell for: a former underworld assassin who toyed with his feelings and his body, and tried to take his life.

He hates him to death.

He wants revenge. He'll ignore him and treat him coldly, and he'll never again be the silly fool who was infatuated with him...

Feng Shui kisses him.

Zhao Zhiyu thinks, He didn't mean to do it.

When he wasn't trying to kill me, he treated me pretty well.

Spoiled young master × straight bodyguard. The young master is the top. Both are each other's only partner, physically and emotionally. Happy ending.

Upcoming novel: The Cannon Fodder Bottom Awakens Before His Villain Husband Turns Dark

The top and bottom were childhood friends, and naturally got married as adults.

In their third year of marriage, the bottom began to suspect that the top was cheating.

The top always had new, ambiguous marks on him, and they kept getting bigger and more obvious.

The top grew cold toward him and recoiled from his touch.

One night, the bottom woke to find the top staring at him in the dark, his gaze full of disgust and coldness.

The bottom tried carefully to please him, but in the end, he received a divorce agreement.

His heart broke, and he fainted on the spot.

When he passed out, the bottom discovered that he had floated up, while another version of himself still lay on the floor.

The top was still sitting in his chair, without even blinking.

Before the bottom could process his pain, he saw the body on the floor... stand up.

The body spasmed, as if a soul had entered it, and its expression came alive.

It gave a soft laugh. "Get on your knees. What are you waiting for?"

The top silently stared at the body, then slowly stood up and knelt at its feet.

The body took out a whip and began lashing him, one blow after another, each one raising a spray of blood.

The bottom fainted again.

Then he recovered his memories.

It turned out that the world he lived in was a power fantasy novel set in space, and he was the cannon fodder character: lazy, vain, unfaithful, and cruel. The top was the villain, driven to madness by the cannon fodder's abuse and bent on destroying the world.

The bottom had transmigrated into the book and loved the top so much that the plot went off the rails, prompting the will of the world to intervene. As a result, the bottom would often seem to have "split personalities": one moment he was tenderly devoted, and the next he would bring out "torture devices" and subject the top to inhuman beatings and verbal abuse.

After the divorce, the top called the police. The bottom was imprisoned for "domestic violence," "abuse," "insult," and other crimes, and sentenced to thirty years.

Every day in prison, the bottom wrote letters to the top. In the first year, he heard nothing back.

In the second year, the top was forced to visit him, showing up with a dark expression. The moment the bottom saw him, his eyes reddened. "You've lost weight. Have you not been eating properly?"

At their second visit, several months later, the bottom excitedly handed the top a big lunch box. "I've been behaving well in here, so I saved up points to redeem a chance to cook and some ingredients. I made all your favorite dishes."

At their third visit, the bottom couldn't resist reaching out to touch the top's face. The top instinctively dodged, stared at him for a moment, then kissed him fiercely.

The bottom worked hard day and night, and finally earned a reduced sentence and early release in his fifth year.

With shameless confidence, he moved into the top's apartment.

Now that the memories that had once been erased had returned, he decided he couldn't be lazy anymore. He pointed at the top and told him to study while working to support their household.

The bottom started cooking for the top every day, helping him get his health back.

He used the dessert-making skills he had learned in prison to run a stall and earn money to buy the top a mech.

He livestreamed pastry-making on the interstellar web to help cover their expenses.

After accidentally showing his face on stream, he became an overnight sensation across the internet. Tips poured in, and countless viewers flooded the comments, calling him "husband," "wife," and "big brother," and begging him to sleep with them.

Late at night, the top pinned the bottom firmly to the bed, leaving his eyes red and wet and his voice trembling.

"You're mine alone."

"Don't respond to those perverts."

"They all say your top donor met up with you in private and started dating you. Is it true? Answer me!"

The bottom weakly raised a hand and stroked the top's face. "Good boy. I only love you."

Happy ending.

Theme: The only way to make someone trustworthy is to trust them.