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302 pages, Kindle Edition
Published November 25, 2025
“May I hold this hand for a lifetime?”


“Was it wrong to not want to be ruined?
“Was it wrong to not want to be hurt?
“Was it wrong to say no?”
(...)
“No one in the world will humiliate you ever again.”
“You wished me good luck that night. I want a lifetime of good luck for both of us.”



He slept like a wild cat with his claws tucked away, unguarded, as though he had never felt pain. His mask dropped, revealing his true self.
Free, proud, stubborn...
His life definitely shouldn't have turned out this way.
Song Qingshi gently tucked the blankets around Yue Wuhuan and smoothed a few stray hairs from his face.
"I'll fix you," Song Qingshi woved in a quiet voice.
"Everything you once had, I'll find and return to you. Everything you've longed for, I'll give you," Song Qingshi promised, eninciating each and every word.
Yue Wuhuan's breath came short. He couldn't guess what this promise entailed, but he saw Song Qingshi's resolve and the determination in his eyes.
"What do you need me to do?" Yue Wuhuan asked.
"Don't try to kill yourself, okay?"
Yue Wuhuan thought for a long time before nodding.
"Don't touch me. I'll defile your hand."
"Don't look at me. I'll cloud your sight."
"Don't save me. Just kill me."
The youth advanced, extending his hand over and over. He entered the darkness, too, until Yue Wuhuan could no longer retreat. Finally, the youth removed his snow-white robe, draped it over Yue Wuhuan, and embraced him like a precious, fragile treasure. He removed his shackles one by one and wiped away all his stains.


"If it hurts, bite something else. I'll give you a tow-"
Yue Wuhuan sank his teeth into red marks on Song Qingshi's neck with such force, it seemed he wanted to bite off a piece and swallow it.
Song Qingshi knew Yue Wuahuan asn't in his right mind. Fearing he'd break his teeth, Song Qingshi dropped the protection he created around himself with spiritual power. As a result, Yue Wuhuan's teeth left a deep, bloody mark that stung so much Song Qingshi's eyes welled with tears. He didn't dare cry out for fear he'd startle Yue Wuhuan - all he could do was gasp softly and pretend it didn't hurt. [...]
Yue Wuhuan's strenght faltered, and he relaxed his jaw. He weakly licked the bloody mark he'd left on Song Qingshi, then sank down into a deep sleep.

Their feelings for each other were too different.
Song Qingshi appreciated, adored, and protected him.
He wanted to possess, conquer, and control Song Qingshi.
Yue Wuhuan sniffed the end of Song Qingshi's hair. Desire overwhelmed him. Why had this man shown an even better side of himself every time Yue Wuhuan tested him?
How was he supposed to let go? Why couldn't they have met when he was pure and clean?


"Was he bullying you?" Song Qingshi rushed to Yue Wuhuan's side and examined him for injuries.
He didn't need tp see what happened to know who was at fault. A fierce, mascho Alaskan malamute versus a poor, pitiful angel. A brittle and traumatized patient versus a muscle-bound bad boy. He knew who would win in a fight. An Long could kill Yue Wuhuan a hunderd times over with his little finger. Song Qingshi needed to protect his precious angel!
Yes, Song Qingshi was biased. No, he would not apologize.
5 'Medicine King and his little angel' stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
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Song Qingshi’s mind scrambled to process her words. Of course he liked Yue Wuhuan. The system had sent Song Qingshi to complete a task, but at some point, he’d stopped thinking of this world as fiction. He treated Yue Wuhuan well by instinct, like it was carved into his bones. He wanted to give him the world, to see him happy, to know that he’d forgotten pain.
He had no power. No reputation. No gems, no friends, no home.
He was Yue Wuhuan, still, a filthy beast with absolutely nothing to his name.
The mirror landed on the floor, shattering into pieces.
So dirty. Everything is so dirty…