Beneath the dim, amber glow of the lamps, the low table set next to the bed concealed the two figures behind it. In the eighteen years since taking human form, the greatest hardship Feng Qingyun had ever suffered was having his confession rejected. Everything else in his life had been smooth sailing, carefree and blessed.… Continue reading

The moment Feng Qingyun said those words, silence descended over the room. Only increasingly heavy breathing remained, along with the rich fragrance of roses so dense it seemed ready to condense into droplets. Leaning comfortably against Long Yin’s chest, Feng Qingyun looked at him through half-lidded, wine-hazed eyes. Long Yin’s Adam’s apple bobbed. After a… Continue reading

The oppressive atmosphere in the room became so heavy it was almost visible. Long Yin’s hand tightened around the waist of the person in his arms. His pupils could no longer be restrained, as they transformed completely into a dragon’s vertical slit pupils, radiating an overwhelming sense of pressure. Feng Qingyun had just been secretly… Continue reading

  Inside the Demon Palace of the Demon World… Two hurried sets of footsteps echoed through the halls. The newly “selected” demon attendants all kept their heads lowered. Even those who had once been the most unruly now stood silently to one side, not daring to utter a word as they listened to their superior… Continue reading

  Two of them lay in the flower field beneath the starry sky for a long time. So long that Feng Qingyun began to think the person beside him had fallen asleep. When he turned his head, however, he found the other was still looking at him. Those eyes, as if holding endless layers of… Continue reading

  On the day of the ceremony, Yue Jinshu was already waiting outside the sleeping quarters before dawn. The drowsy little merfolk had not even opened its eyes yet when a familiar floral fragrance drifted over. Well… there was no need to look to know who it was. Rubbing their eyes, it murmured softly, “Daddy…” As… Continue reading

  Upon hearing that, Long Yin stared at Feng Qingyun in silence for a long moment before suddenly gripping his waist and pressing him down beneath him. Feng Qingyun was already in the midst of his flowering season, and after being busy for ten straight days, his emotions had become especially volatile. During the day,… Continue reading

  The moment Long Yin finished speaking, Feng Qingyun, clutching the stone edge of the spiritual spring pool, suddenly let out a choked sound. If one listened closely, it seemed to be a trembling curse: “Pervert…” Long Yin had barely had time to savor being called that when, in the next instant, boundless fragrance exploded… Continue reading