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285 pages, Kindle Edition
Published February 24, 2026


He must've collected good karma from three lifetimes to meet such a sweet little angel! Yue Wuhuan was brilliant, beautiful, kind, cute, gentle, and considerate too.
"Yes, Zunzhu, you're the best." Yue Wuhuan chuckled. To the point that I want to eat you up, he thought.
Song Qingshi blushed from Yue Wuhuan's compliment.
Without room for argument, he pulled Yue Wuhuan onto his back.
Yue Wuhuan tried to resist. "I can walk."
"No, it's too dirty here," Song Qingshi reprimanded him. "You hate dirty things, so stay on my back and be good. Don't move."
Yue Wuhuan looked at the mud covering Song Qingshi, pained. "I hate you being dirtied even more."
"It's fine. My clothes were dirty already. [...] And it's not like it can't be washed off. When we get out of here, we'll disinfect everything. It'll be clean then."
Yue Wuhuan squeezed his arms around Song Qingshi's shoulders as he buried his face in his neck. Sadness weighed on his heart with his every breath of that comforting scent.
"What if..." Yue Wuhuan's voice faltered. "What if it can't be washed off?"
"Then we'll wash it a few more times," Song Qingshi said easily. "It always comes out eventually."
"I can't be washed clean," Yue Wuhuan whimpered, burrowing closer.
"I'll help you."

Song Qingshi's simple answer startled a laugh from Yue Wuhuan. They were thinking of completely different things, but the intent was sweet. He smoothed the soft wisps of Song Qingshi's hair that were flying loose and snuck a kiss at his earlobe. He longed to wrap his lips around the cute little thing, but he couldn't.


"I gave up a long time ago," Yue Wuhuan laughed. "If you get rid of those animals, every one, you'll turn this world into a mountain of bones and sea of blood. You'll have to destroy everyting..."
Even if he was a madman, he knew it was impossible.
"If you want mountains and seas of death, then that's what I'll give you," Song Qingshi said. He held Yue Wuhuan fast. "I'll do my best. As long as I draw breath, I'll keep going. I won't give up!"

"All right," Song Qingshi said, refocusing on Yue Wuhuan. "I won't do anything Yue Wuhuan doesn't like. I won't even think about it," he promised.
"Thank you, Zunzhu. You're the best." Yue Wuhuan sounded satisfied.
"But... what is it you would like me to do?"
"I want you to raise little white mice with me. Do experiments with me. Study with me. Watch clouds with me too."
Song Qingshi nodded. "I will."
"Zunzhu." Yue Wuhuan lowered his head and mouthed Song Qingshi's neck, breathing in his scent. He moved upward, and his tongue swept over Song Qingshi's sensitive earlobe as though he savored the taste, but he sounded quite pitiful. "I couldn't find you when I woke up. I was so worried."
[...]
"Don't be afraid. I'm here." Song Qingshi pulled the trembling Yue Wuhuan into his arms. Song Qingshi stroked his hair, murmuring over and over, "Don't be afraid. I'll never give up on you..."
Don't be afraid, said the butterfly. Decide what I eat. Take me anywhere. Keep me by your side. I'll do whatever you want.
It saw the spider's web and flew in willingly.

Bai Zihao's heart squeezed like it was in a vise grip. He wasn't sure what he knew anymore - everything inside him had fallen into chaos. [...]
Jin Feiren suppressed the flame poison with the water bead. He carried Bai Zihao to bed and rewarded him the same way he always had - frenzied, violent, painful, pleasurable.
"I love you, I love you the most," he swore, again and again. Bai Zihao stared at the canopy over their bed.
He had never permitted himself to wonder: If you love me, how can you stand hurting me?
A tear rolled down his cheek and onto the pillow, where it disappeared.

A flood of tears poured from his eyes, even as he tried to smile.
"What's this?" Song Qingshi wasn't sure why he was crying. He scrubbed his smiling face. "It's okay. I'm not sad at all. Don't worry, please-"
[...]
He would continue to be strong, but at the moment he didn't feel that way.
"Wuhuan, would you let me have some time to cry?"
"Of course. I'll stay with you. I'll always stay with you."
"Wuhuan, aren't I ridiculous?"
"No. And you'll never be."

"Don't kiss me... Y-you have no idea how many disgusting things my lips have touched. I-I'll dirty you."
"Why do you always say that? You're very clean. Not dirty at all."
"Please, Zunzhu, you don't understant any of this. You're the clean one. Don't touch me..."
[...]
"You are very sweet," Song Qingshi said.
Yue Wuhuan gazed at him in silent shock.
"If you think you're dirty, don't worry. I'll lick you clean." The solution seemed simple enough to Song Qingshi. He leaned in for another kiss.
I'll just have a little taste. Just a little...
Yue Wuhuan dragged Song Qingshi close and locked him in his arms. There was no room to back away and no chance of escape.
"Zunzhu, that's not how you kiss someone. Let me teach you."
Yue Wuhuan pushed his mouth against Song Qingshi's pale pink lips. He forced his tongue past Song Qingshi's teeth, invading that untouched space. Corrupting it.
"Wuhuan," Song Qingshi said, seriously. "Are you my friend, or something else?"
Yue Wuhuan stiffened.
Each word od that simple question punched through the wall around his heart.
5 'Medicine King and his little angel' stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
4,5 'Going on an adventure' stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐/⭐
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“Of course. I’ll stay with you. I’ll always stay with you.”
“Wuhuan, aren’t I ridiculous?”
“No. And you’ll never be.”