Chapter 1: The Reborn Contract Wife is the Private Property of the Contract Master
The Liu family sacrificed to the gods and died. Zhu Huai, who had been raised by the gods for five years, was able to escape and leave the Liu family's ancestral home.
For Zhu Huai, this should have been a great joy: after all, in the eyes of outsiders, being imprisoned for many years, losing freedom, and having to face a moody and arbitrary god day and night was something that was unbearable to think about.
As office workers, cattle and horses have two days off a week, but Zhu Huai can only stay in the Liu family's ancestral home for 24 hours a day. The network cable was only pulled up after he arrived.
In the days when there was no entertainment and no freedom, and he had to devote his energy to serving the god, Zhu Huai's only way to relax was to go fishing in the big lake in his ancestral home.
Zhu Huai thought he was a fishing prodigy, never missing a target. Until one day, he suddenly realized that there were actually no fish in the Liu family's ancestral home. The big fish were caught from another lake as a sacrifice to the gods, and he personally hooked them for his amusement.
No wonder once that guy got angry, Zhu Huai couldn't catch a single fish even if he squatted at the lake mouth for a whole day.
It is really petty for a dignified deity to do such things.
But now, Zhu Huai's lord Liu Xiang is dead.
With His death, the tall willow tree hovering over the ancestral home also withered rapidly as if it had lost its vitality, and its branches fell off.
Everything in the ancestral home was being slowly cleared out, and one by one the Liu family servants carried away the cracked sacrificial statues and replaced them with new ones.
Liu Xiang is dead, and a new deity is about to arrive. With the end of the old and the beginning of the new, and the change of dynasties, the traces left by Liu Xiang are slowly being cleared away, and everything related to him should naturally be expelled.
But Zhu Huai was kept behind because someone wanted to see him.
"Do you hate Him?" A man with long hair sat in front of Zhu Huai, looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze. The man was the new deity of the Liu family and the one who replaced Liu Xiang. Logically speaking, he looked like the murderer who killed Liu Xiang.
The Liu family's sacrificial deities usually had long hair and were tall and terrifying, yet they were all truly beautiful women. The new sacrificial deity had a stunning face, but Zhu Huai looked at her with an indescribable strangeness in his eyes. Zhu Huai asked, "Is this how you talk to your sister-in-law?"
His voice was crisp and clear, which actually choked the priest. He had not expected that the priest's wife's character would be so... straightforward.
"Sister-in-law? You have a pact with Prime Minister Liu, so you are indeed my sister-in-law." The deity smiled and said, "But he is dead now."
"And you are a sacrificial wife. You and I are compatible, so I came this time to inherit everything He left behind."
The priest spoke in a low voice, his huge body faintly revealing a sense of strangeness in the darkness, but Zhu Huai had long been accustomed to getting along with Liu Xiang, and facing these strange monsters, he looked very calm:
"Him? What does he have to inherit? The Liu family didn't give him anything. This place has nothing but a lake where you can't even catch fish, and the fishing line that was just put up three years ago. This shabby place can't even deliver takeout."
After hearing his words, the deity was silent for a moment, and then he said, "He asked you to install an internet cable in the ancestral temple and even ordered takeout for you?" He emphasized the word "temple".
Zhu Huai nodded and said calmly, "Yes."
Liu Yao: “…”
This attitude was so frank that Liu Yao was speechless. Only then did he realize to what extent his nominal brother doted on his sacrificial wife, but would that madman do such a thing?
The gaze of the god fell on Zhu Huai. At this glance, he seemed to see the marks on Zhu Huai's body clearly and was slightly surprised.
After each contracted spirit and its child form a contract, lines belonging to the master will appear on the child's body. The deeper the lines, the deeper the contract between the two parties. At this moment, large areas of spiritual lines appeared on Zhu Huai's body. Those were things that ordinary people could not see. In the eyes of the gods, those traces were as dazzling and clear as lights in the dark.
In short, He was nearly blinded by the light.
Zhu Huai reached out and picked up the tea, taking a sip. His skin was pale, but a sickly pale. A piece of his sleeve had slipped down, revealing half of his arm. Large willow leaf patterns appeared on his neck and arms. Even though his contracted master was dead and the willow leaves were withered, those marks unique to Liu Xiang were still like a tarsal ulcer that could not be shaken off, and they were tightly entangled on Zhu Huai's body.
Such a deep mark cannot be erased by any means. It seems that even if Liu Xiang is dead, he will stubbornly leave his mark on Zhu Huai's body until his death.
Liu Yao's eyes swept over those traces, but the focus he noticed was different from that of ordinary people. Liu Xiang was already dead, and the dead could not defeat the living. But what surprised Liu Yao was that the contract between Zhu Huai and Liu Xiang had reached the level of sharing life and death.
After realizing this, even if Liu Yao wanted to do something, it would be of no avail: Liu Xiang and Zhu Huai's lives were completely tied together, the soul of this adopted wife was gradually decaying, and he would soon die.
Thinking of this, Liu Yao was silent for a moment, and then he said, "I came here to take back everything I have."
“The Liu family’s position as a deity is mine, and everything that remains here should belong to me.”
As Liu Yao spoke, vine-like tentacles flowed out from his hair, as if they wanted to reach out to Zhu Huai and wrap around him. He slowly approached Zhu Huai, his eyes falling on Zhu Huai's handsome and mature face with dark eyes. There was an aura on his body that only the master of the contract could smell, just like pheromones in nature, attracting these monsters hidden in the crowd.
He smells really delicious.
The soft and flexible willow roots were about to wrap around him, but Zhu Huai struggled to break free before the arm trembled. Zhu Huai lowered his eyes, not trying to hide his displeasure. He said, "Mind your hair. Is this how you treat guests?"
Zhu Huai raised his face, his eyes sharp and bright, not understanding what this guy wanted to do.
Liu Yao looked strange. Could he be trying to inherit everything from the previous priest? Zhu Huai thought so, but suddenly thought of himself: Wasn't he one of the "objects" left behind by Prime Minister Liu?
not good!
Zhu Huai was shocked by his own thoughts. He took another sip of water. For some reason, after Liu Xiang died, his body became more and more tired day by day, as if a piece of his soul and consciousness was missing. The empty part was taken away and could never be filled. His soul also dried up and died bit by bit.
Sometimes, he would sit here in a daze, feeling like the willow tree in the ancestral home, withering along with the death of the owner.
All this is because of Liu Xiang’s death.
Zhu Huai thought, this is really troublesome... Even after you died, you still couldn't let me live a good life.
Zhu Huai hated Prime Minister Liu even more.
If he were still alive, Zhu Huai would definitely have a big fight with him.
Zhu Huai was distracted for only a moment before coming back to his senses. He said to Liu Yao, "You have become the new sacrificial deity. Everything here originally belongs to you. But what do you want to do by coming to me this time?"
His tone was calm, without any resentment. Liu Yao smiled and said meaningfully, "Prime Minister Liu left behind more than just these."
Zhu Huai glanced at him, then whispered something, as if talking to himself. The deity could easily hear what he said. Liu Yao heard Zhu Huai actually say, "Playing with your sister-in-law is a bad habit. He must not do anything unorthodox."
After a pause, Zhu Huai said to himself: "Don't let your imagination run wild. You are not RMB. Not many people like you."
After saying this, Zhu Huai seemed to have convinced himself. He raised his head and saw Liu Yao's lips curled up slightly in a smile. He said, "You are really interesting. It's a pity that a contracted wife is a very precious existence for all the gods."
Liu Yao's voice, like a simple ballad, slowly flowed into Zhu Huai's ears:
"Only adopted sons can bear children for their masters, and adopted wives are the rarest and most precious of all. Zhu Huai, no one would have guessed that you were an adopted wife. Prime Minister Liu hid you, but he's dead now. If nothing unexpected happened, you'd have fallen into the sight of other gods, and even if you weren't devoured alive, you'd have been forcibly abducted by one of them and become their private property hidden in the ancestral home."
Zhu Huai's hair stood on end. Liu Yao's words so clearly and bluntly pointed out Zhu Huai's only future fate: he never had a choice.
Zhu Huai frowned as he heard Liu Yao say, "But you're going to die—and a dead person has no value."
It was clearly a mocking voice, but it calmed Zhu Huai down. He then realized that a chill ran down his spine, and he broke out in a cold sweat because of Liu Yao's words. Zhu Huai said, "Am I going to die?"
Liu Yao slowly stood up. An extremely tall figure in the room lifted itself up. This deity was over two meters tall. Zhu Huai, sitting on the ground, had to slightly raise his head to look up at him. Liu Yao's expression was blurry, and there was a hint of pity in his eyes. He said, "I won't chase you away, but you can't stay here any longer."
His words seemed to have determined Zhu Huai's fate, as if Zhu Huai had lost all value at this moment, and his contracted wife was the private property of the gods. Liu Xiang was dead, and the fate of his wife would naturally not be much better. Liu Yao came with the purpose of inheriting everything from the other party, but after arriving here, he found that Zhu Huai was about to die.
Zhu Huai, however, did not feel anything at all because of such ruthlessness. The pledged wife of the old god raised her chin slightly. Facing the threat of death, she looked surprisingly calm. Zhu Huai smiled and said, "Then I should thank you too?"
Zhu Huai smiled for a moment, then put down the teacup in his hand. He looked quite frank. His eyes were bright and powerful, his gaze always firm, revealing a sense of inquiry. Zhu Huai looked at the sacrificial deity who seemed to have achieved his goal and wanted to leave, and asked the only question in his mind: "I want to ask you something."
Liu Yao didn't know what Zhu Huai wanted to say. He heard Zhu Huai ask directly, "Prime Minister Liu is dead, and I'm dying too, so I want to know one thing." He lowered his eyes, his fingers tightly gripping the teacup, feeling the delicate, cool touch, which made him feel a little cold. Zhu Huai said, "Did you kill him?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room, and even the entire world seemed to become silent in an instant. Even the sound of breathing was suppressed by some force. The pressure that Liu Yao brought to Zhu Huai was not as terrifying as Liu Xiang, but he was still an extremely terrifying existence. Sacrifice to the gods itself was something that was not in line with common sense.
Zhu Huai's body trembled slightly as the power of the sacrifice crushed him, but he remained upright, a bead of sweat oozing from his forehead. He didn't know if his pitiful appearance had finally pleased the other party, or if he and Liu Xiang were both complete losers in Liu Yao's eyes. In the dead silence, Liu Yao's voice finally rang out: "I have thought about doing this before."
The wind chimes at the door rang slightly, but Liu Yao's figure had disappeared from the room. Zhu Huai exhaled a breath of hot air. His body became even weaker, and he could only barely support himself and get up.
"It's really scary. These gods are a bunch of monsters. I almost thought I was going to be crushed to death by him just now... But if it wasn't him, then who killed Liu Xiang?"
This question had been circling in Zhu Huai's mind. He opened the door and saw a cold corpse placed on the big bed in the middle. Zhu Huai's hands and feet were shaking due to weakness. He lay down on the bed and found a place to lie down in the arms of the corpse.
The aura coming from Liu Xiang enveloped him, making this wife who had lost her lord feel a little comforted. Zhu Huai stroked Liu Xiang's face. Liu Xiang's skin was as white as jade. It was an astonishingly beautiful face, but it revealed a grayish color. After all, he was dead.
Zhu Huai curled up in his arms and said to Liu Xiang seriously:
"Your brother isn't a good guy," Zhu Huai said, "but he doesn't seem to bother to deceive me, so it's probably not him."
Zhu Huai's body was getting colder and colder. He continued, "You guys who worship the gods are not good people. When I first met you, you had a bad temper and always bullied me. Fortunately, I had a good temper and didn't make a fuss with you."
As Zhu Huai spoke, he seemed to recall something. He whispered to the dead Liu Xiang, intimately, and continued, "Meeting you is really the most unfortunate thing that has happened to me in my life. But Liu Xiang, I have nowhere else to go. If you die, I will die with you. If I had known this would happen, why did you save me in the first place?"
Zhu Huai pricked Liu Xiang's curled eyelashes. This was something he had wanted to do for a long time. He lay on this bed, next to his long-dead master. Zhu Huai drifted off to sleep, his mind still full of illogical thoughts: After so much time, why hadn't Liu Xiang's body decayed yet? Why did he feel so cold in his arms? Was what Liu Yao said true? Was he going to die soon?
Thinking of this, Zhu Huai did not have much fear in his mind, and he fell asleep. When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he heard a strange sound: someone climbed through the window and entered the room, and slowly walked towards him.
There was no one beside Zhu Huai. He was nestled in Liu Xiang's arms. The visitor looked at this scene with some surprise. After a moment, the other party seemed to say, "Is it him?"
"It's him."
After a brief exchange of words, a hand rushed towards Zhu Huai. Zhu Huai, who was sleeping, woke up when he sensed the danger, but his throat was strangled. In the dying situation, he saw a pair of cold, inhuman eyes. In the eyes of the other person, he was like a little insect. The hand strangled his throat, as if slowly taking something away from him.
Zhu Huai kept struggling, but could only lower his head weakly. At the last moment of his life, he saw that this figure also possessed the power of a sacrifice to the gods. His life continued to slip away. He did not die because of the contract, but died at the hands of an unknown sacrifice to the gods.
"Zhu Huai."
"Zhu Huai!"
A clear and pleasant sound was heard, accompanied by a slight buzzing sound, as if something small and furry was flapping its wings. Zhu Huai's body was drowsy and he frowned even in his dream.
Isn't he dead?
"Zhu Huai, open your eyes, you are dead." The voice in his ear startled Zhu Huai. He opened his eyes almost suddenly, and the scene in the room fell into his eyes. However, it was not the scenery of the Liu family's ancestral home, but another place he was once familiar with but had long left.
He is still alive!
Zhu Huai heard the buzzing sound in his head again, and a figure finally appeared in his mind. It was a fat, round moth. Zhu Huai had never seen such a weird scene. The fat moth twisted its butt, and the fur all over its body was beautiful and delicate pure white. When the moth's wings flapped, scales kept falling off. The whole moth was as big as a basketball, like a plush doll, but it was so vivid that it didn't seem like something he had imagined.
"Zhu Huai, my name is Yin Quan, and I saved you." The fat moth flapped its wings and looked at him. Its voice was crisp and pleasant, and its wings hummed. "I want to change your original fate. You need to complete the task I gave you."
As the scales on its body fell, everything that happened before Zhu Huai's death emerged so clearly in his mind. This was not a dream. Then, a hint appeared in Zhu Huai's mind:
[One-star mission: Sleepwalker: My younger brother Zhuzhe has been sleepwalking in the middle of the night lately. Doesn't he know it's dangerous? I need to help him wake up!]
Looking at this line of words, Zhu Huai's eyes changed a little, because Zhu Zhe was his younger brother.
So what exactly is this mission? It seems almost like a mission that Zhu Huai has assigned to himself. Everything in front of him is full of weirdness, but Zhu Huai quickly accepted these things. The most important thing is that he is still alive.
Zhu Huai opened his eyes, walked to the mirror and saw a familiar face.
Long black eyebrows, eyes like stars. His face was handsome and beautiful, revealing the youthful vitality of someone who had never worked a regular job or worked a 996 schedule. The most striking thing about the man in the mirror was his extremely dark and bright eyes. His face was young, but his eyes were mature beyond belief. This difference was quickly swallowed up by those eyes, like a piece of solid snow-capped mountain ice that had been trapped for years, melting in the sunlight.
This is an extremely attractive face. Zhu Huai has always been a very outstanding existence in the crowd since he was a child. On Valentine's Day, his desk is always filled with the most chocolates. It's a pity that Zhu Huai's brain is not right. He turned around and made those chocolates into desserts to sell, and made a small amount of extra money.
While others were dating, he was thinking about how to make money by running errands for others in his spare time. Fortunately, Zhu Huai has been a top student since he was a child. After tutoring at home on weekends, Zhu Huai earned more and more money. Later, he realized the convenience and speed of teaching online courses, so he started to make money by teaching online.
Zhu Huai has been a very opinionated person since he was young, and he also believes that his life will gradually get better.
Until he taught online classes to his own younger brother - yes, Zhu Huai's surname was not actually Zhu, and he should have been the real young master of the Gu family, the young master Gu who enjoyed wealth and glory in a wealthy family.
The most embarrassing thing in the world is to tutor someone at their home and end up teaching their biological brother, a person they have never met.
The past was too painful to recall. The faces of Gu's family members flashed before Zhu Huai's eyes, but did not stir his heart. In his heart, those "family members" were not his family. Zhu Huai was abandoned by his parents since childhood. It was Zhu Mo who raised him. His only younger brother was Zhu Zhe. These people had nothing to do with him.
In his previous life, Zhu Huai was already preparing to tutor his biological brother, whom he had never met, and then, by chance, staged a family recognition drama. Zhu Huai lowered his eyes in thought. In his previous life, he did not think much about it and just thought that it seemed to be a coincidence. But after realizing the true face of the Gu family, the current Zhu Huai is likely to be certain that this family recognition drama was a means used by the Gu family.
Even if this was just a coincidence, Zhu Huai had no intention of returning to the Gu family. Just at this moment, Zhu Huai received a message from Gu Yongyi asking him when he would be a tutor at home.
Zhu Huai picked up his phone and decisively declined: "Sorry, this week's classes are canceled."
Gu Yongyi was naturally a little confused when the originally scheduled online class was canceled. A moment later, he sent a message asking: "Teacher, what's wrong with you? My class has just started, and my parents are very interested in tutoring, and they also want to meet you."
Zhu Huai lowered his eyes in thought. Did the Gu family want to see him? Did they already have their eyes on him? Zhu Huai still chose to refuse. He wasn't lying. He did have a lot of family matters to deal with.
Gu Yongyi seemed to have sent other messages, but Zhu Huai did not reply. He stood up and opened the door, and his adoptive father Zhu Mo just came out with a plate.
Today's dinner is flavored eggplant, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, squirrel fish and stewed pig's trotters, as well as a sweet winter melon soup.
Zhu Mo is a good cook. The flavored eggplant needs to be fried in oil, then fried a second time to force out the oil and water to set the shape, and then put back into the pan to stir-fry. It tastes fragrant, crispy and crunchy, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Zhu Huai likes it very much.
The stewed pig's trotters were so soft that they flowed down the bones when touched with chopsticks. The broth was white. Zhu Zhe liked the soup best, and Zhu Mo liked his squirrel fish best. The three of them rarely had time to get together, so Zhu Mo spent a lot of effort to prepare these dishes. After turning off the fire, he turned around and looked at Zhu Huai and said:
"Where's your brother?"
Zhu Huai looked at him with a complicated expression, almost one of astonishment. Zhu Mo was completely bewildered by his gaze, and almost got goose bumps. It looked as if he was looking at a dead person who had come back to life... Before Zhu Mo could react, he heard his son say in a sad tone, "Dad, you're still alive!"
After saying that, Zhu Huai wanted to walk towards Zhu Mo, but what greeted him were the seven wolves in the hands of his loving father.
"What nonsense are you talking about, kid? Are you cursing your father to death?"
Zhu Mo slapped Zhu Huai on the head "lovingly", which made Zhu Huai feel nostalgic and a little at a loss, because at this time in his previous life, Zhu Mo had died in a car accident.
No matter who did it and what caused this change, Zhu Huai was grateful to him for giving him the opportunity to see his family again.
Thinking of this, he looked at the fat moth in his mind again. Zhu Huai suppressed his excitement and said to Yin Quan: "Thank you for letting my father survive and giving me a chance to start over."
Yin Quan scratched his fur with his claws and said in a clear voice, "Is your father dead? No, your father is still alive?"
In Yin Quan's words, Zhu Huai's father died repeatedly in the coffin, just like doing sit-ups.
Zhu Huai was somewhat confused by its appearance. He heard Yin Quan say again, "That shouldn't be the case. I only saved you. Zhu Mo was destined to suffer a disaster."
Zhu Huai: "This is not what you did?"
Yin Quan came back to his senses and said, "I don't know what happened, but this is a change after rebirth. I don't know who changed your father's fate, but this shouldn't be a simple accident. The fate of mortals is difficult to change. There are very few beings who can do this and help your family change their fate."
As he spoke, Yin Quan took out a small book and began to read. The big moth was writing something in a very serious manner. Zhu Huai seemed to be lost in thought. Too many things had happened since his rebirth. Only now did Zhu Huai feel a sense of reality. He asked, "Dad, where is Zhu Zhe? I have something to say to him."
While they were chatting, the sound of the door opening was heard, and Zhu Zhe appeared in front of Zhu Huai. His eyes were dull, his eyes were dark, and his skin was pale. He used thick makeup to cover it up, but it still couldn't hide the fatigue in his eyes.
As soon as he appeared, a chilly aura emanated from him. It was very cold, yet it gave Zhu Huai an inexplicable sense of familiarity...
Zhu Huai narrowed his eyes and looked carefully, only to find that at this moment, there were faint black auras lingering around Zhu Zhe.
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CP:
Liu Xiang x Zhu Huai, the front and back are meaningful, and they are neither separated nor reversed.
Liu Xiang: 217; Zhu Huai: 187;
The worldview is personal and private. Qi Ling: a monster hidden in the crowd;
Sacrificial God: A powerful spirit worshipped by the family;
Adopted child/sacrificial child: If you have not encountered the adopted spirit, you are just an ordinary human being. Only the adopted child can give birth to the offspring of the adopted spirit.
Governed Wife: The most precious adopted child, a favored one of heaven, with a weak body, who needs the love and offerings of the Governing Master, and draws on the Master’s spiritual power to survive.
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The thing Xuan Ya regretted most in his life was reading the novel "Something is Wrong with This World".
He accidentally transmigrated into the cannon fodder of the same name in the book and died twice.
The first time, Xuan Ya thought he was the chosen one, and he wanted to snatch the protagonist's opportunity, but when he found out that the price of snatching the opportunity was to turn into an ugly and very creative humanoid creature, Xuan Ya collapsed.
At the same time, Xuan Ya rejected the male protagonist Ya Shuna's request for a partner because the other party also turned into a humanoid creature and looked even uglier.
Xuan Ya collapsed and committed suicide by jumping into the lake.
The second time, Xuan Ya chose to become Yasuna's servant and followed him from the underground demon realm to the sky city.
Xuan Ya watched helplessly as the male protagonist turned into a glowing celestial body with wings. At this time, Yashuna, who ruled the world and was named ■■■■, turned against him and said to him: Now you are my most beloved pet, toy and only queen.
Xuan Ya, who doesn't want to become a humanoid creature or a queen, returns to the game again.
At this moment, his spirit is in danger and his psychological condition is worrying. He may be on the verge of collapse at any time and go crazy in front of everyone.
He said to the hero: Actually, I have traveled through time and space, and I have died twice. In the future, you will become a luminous celestial creature, and you will turn the whole world into your kingdom of God. The price is that you will become crazy, twisted, and extremely ugly.
Xuan Ya was completely mad, but in the face of his madness, Ya Xiu simply asked indifferently: "I've said so much, what about you?"
Xuan Ya, once the companion of the Lord of the Demon Realm, the queen of the Supreme Lord, and now a time traveler, said: "Me? Of course I am your most loyal little brother." Haha.
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Yaxuna was once the person Xuan Ya feared the most. In the original novel, this male protagonist, Long Aotian, was evil and killed everyone. The only value of Xuan Ya was the plot he knew.
Xuan Ya played mad and stupid, trying to survive in front of Yasuna. Yasuna had never seen such an interesting...idiot. He decided to keep Xuan Ya as a pet for fun.
Until one day, the extremely intelligent, vicious and cruel Yasuna turned into a fool.
Xuan Ya, who was considered a madman by others, was silent for a long time before he said to the fool in front of him: "Stop grabbing my clothes. What are you talking about?"
Yashona: "You smell so good, why are you sleeping with me, are you my wife?"
Yashona: “Wife.”
Xuan Ya: "Ahhhhhhh go away, you damn fool, I'm not your wife!!!"
CP attributes: a beautiful top who is older than him and a handsome, unlucky straight man who is younger than him.
Mine Clearance:
The attacker will really turn into a humanoid creature, will really turn into a monster, will really turn into a luminous celestial creature.
The attacker is slicing people, has clones, and is a real psychopath. He is a vicious and cruel villain who does all kinds of evil. If you don't like this, please don't enter.
The attacker has truly destroyed the world, and has no ulterior motives. He is pure evil and will do anything to achieve his goals.
The victim is in a really bad mental state and may go crazy at any time, and is extremely afraid of the attacker.
This is a novel about the outsider type, in which you can let go of yourself, there will be forced love content, there will be a small dark room, and both the top and the bottom will be pure.
Except for the bottom, everyone else is at risk of dying at any time in front of the top. The top is truly the evil protagonist.
To some extent, it is actually a fantasy of 2024, which is very, very old. It can be read in the fifth chapter of "I Want a Beta as My Wife", but the setting will be changed.
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