Zhu Ming, a neuroscience genius whose career was derailed by an accident that left him unable to walk, had his dreams of scientific research shattered—and put his future marriage on the line.... more>>

Forced to go on a blind date, he comes face-to-face with the cold and handsome Xi Xianqing.

This proud and haughty jewellery designer has a spiritual form as a green peac*ck that cannot naturally spread its tail.

Xi Xianqing said coldly, “I’ll help you with your aunt, you’ll help me with my spiritual form. A marriage agreement benefits us both, and we can divorce after a year.”

Zhu Ming’s past profession made him drawn to challenging cases involving spiritual forms, and he saw Xi Xianqing as a compelling candidate for experimentation.

Zhu Ming smiled. “Let’s see how it goes.”

Later in their marriage, Zhu Ming developed a highly-effective medicine, which Xi Xianqing took for months, but the peac*ck showed no change.

Zhu Ming devised a new form of mental treatment. After several treatments, the peac*ck remained unable to shake even a single feather.

—Until a certain c*cktail party, the completely drunk Zhu Ming smiled as he hooked his arm around Xi Xianqing’s neck and, in front of the crowd, gave him a passionate kiss that echoed.

Once Zhu Ming sobered up, he was hit with a splitting headache. “…Sorry, I’m really bad at holding my liquor.”

Xi Xianqing remained silent for a while before saying, “Next time, please drink more responsibly,” and then walked away.

Zhu Ming was upset with himself for having crossed the line.

He sighed and looked down through the window, happening upon an expressionless Xi Xianqing in the garden.

—As well as the green peac*ck that was frantically spreading its tail behind him.

Xi Xianqing x Zhu Ming

Non-Guideverse. Fictional setting. <<less

Yan Chengfeng reunited with his nemesis.... more>>

His nemesis is Zhen Ning, who used to be Yan Chengfeng's close friend during their youth training days.

Three years ago, they parted on bad terms. Now, after a long separation, Yan Chengfeng never imagined that Zhen Ning would have the nerve to return to the club. Even more shocking, he never expected Zhen Ning to have… differentiated into an omega.

Despite the shock, Yan Chengfeng couldn’t help but feel an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

Yan Chengfeng: “Esports is all about skill, nothing else. Don’t expect anyone to show you mercy on the battlefield just because you’re an omega, understood?”

Zhen Ning: “You’re right.”

Yan Chengfeng: “See these trophies? If you hadn’t left back then, some of this honor would’ve been yours. But now, all I can say is you got what you deserved."

Zhen Ning: “True.”

Yan Chengfeng: “What are you doing with that suitcase? Going on a vacation? The summer tournament is about to start. Even on break, you should be training hard…”

Zhen Ning: “I’ve decided not to use suppressants this time.”

Yan Chengfeng froze. “What?”

Zhen Ning calmly replied, “Frequent use of suppressants affects precision and reaction speed. This time, I plan to handle it at a nearby hotel.”

“Don’t worry, it won’t affect my training,” he added.

Yan Chengfeng said through gritted teeth, “...Stop right there.”

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A sharp-tongued but soft-hearted alpha × a cold, deeply devoted beauty omega

Yan Chengfeng × Zhen Ning

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Qin Can was a sunny character, not only handsome and charming, but also well-liked by everyone in the lab.... more>>

Everyone, that is, except for Xie Yijin.

Qin Can: “Senior, here’s the research direction I’ve been working on. You…”

Xie Yijin: “Sorry, I don’t do collaborations.”

Qin Can: “It’s my birthday next week. Would you…?”

Xie Yijin: “Sorry, I’m busy.”

Xie Yijin’s academic brilliance was undeniable, but he was aloof. Cold, distant, and always on his own.

That was, until one stormy night.

Qin Can entered the lab when he suddenly collided with a barely conscious Xie Yijin, whose face was reddened and whose steps seemed unsteady.

Everything went into a whirlwind. As they stumbled, Xie Yijin’s hand brushed against Qin Can’s chest.

He mumbled, “So cushy.”

Qin Can: “What?”

But before he could react, Xie Yijin’s hand slid down, now touching Qin Can’s abs, muttering to himself, “As expected… it’s so nice to touch.”

Qin Can’s face burned, his words caught in his throat. “S-senior?!”

In a moment of complete confusion, Xie Yijin then pressed his face into Qin Can’s chest, his breath shaky. “Don’t move.”

And there, in the stillness of the lab, Xie Yijin ended up in his arms for the rest of the night.

When the storm finally cleared, the two sat in silence, the weight of the night lingering between them.

Xie Yijin’s gaze locked on Qin Can’s toned arm. “I’ll agree to collaborate on your project,” he said casually, “but from now on, we have conditions. When there’s a light rain, you’ll hold my hand. When it’s moderate, you’ll hug me. And then during a heavy rain, you sleep with me. Deal?”

Qin Can: “….?”

a well-built, younger mixed-blood “puppy” gong x a composed, naturally beautiful, and blunt shou

Qin Can x Xie Yijin

The shou suffers from a rare weather sensitivity disorder—whenever it rains, he grows faint and sickly, and the only way he’ll feel better is to cuddle up with something soft and warm. And for some unknown reason, he’s particularly drawn to the gong’s body (literally). <<less

Tao Mingzhuo was eating when the newly appointed VP of the company walked up and started talking to him.... more>>

Jing Ci, "Hello, Mr. Tao. Would it be okay if you joined me for lunch tomorrow?"

“Huh? Okay,” replied Tao Mingzhuo, caught off guard by the sudden proposal.

He was cordially thanked by Jing Ci, who then added, "Would it also be alright if I stare at your face as I eat?”

Tao Mingzhuo, "....?"

Tao Mingzhuo ate lavish meals for the entire week, all while facing Jing Ci's 'affectionate stare'. All it took was one week for him to see that something was wrong with their arrangement.

"Mr. Jing, I like someone else." Tao Mingzhuo lied, hoping that faced with an impossibility, Jing Ci would step back.

Jing Ci, “Ahh, nice.”

Jing Ci, "Do you want Sichuan or Japanese cuisine for lunch tomorrow? Oh, if you like, we can also try Cantonese dishes. There is a restaurant nearby that I know serves good dim sum."

The dismal possibility that Jing Ci really liked him made Tao Mingzhuo feel down in the dumps.

A month later, Jing Ci asked, “Would you like to come eat with me everyday at my house? I’ll pay you double your salary.”

Shocked, Tao Mingzhuo turned pale. <<less