Wei Qing discovers that it’s possible to be fucked silly.
He’s quite enjoying it. The unexpected ardor, the marks along his shoulder, and the panting words of love that Yue Fei had grunted against his neck, the comedown after, when Yue Fei once more became utterly gentle, as if that person that was so gloriously overwhelming wasn’t him. Wei Qing is a (confused) fan from start to finish.
Even the fact that Yue Fei had finally used the little packet of lube that he’d blushingly gotten him to start carrying in his wallet, months ago, always hoping for such an impromptu moment is a delight. Admittedly, he didn’t think such a moment would happen in their apartment, but he’s not mad at it. Would even like to encourage the compulsion. Send him lots more little packets and encourage new adventures.
Yue Fei runs a bath and finishes stripping them down, washing their bodies like they’re playing at shadowguard and prince again. Just, without the silly words, but with no less pampering. Eventually, Wei Qing’s heartbeat slows down enough for him to think back to all the weirdness before the lovemaking.
He leans back and stretches his spine and smiles at the way he can feel Yue Fei’s abdominal muscles tightening at the brush of his slippery skin. Sure enough, this body has enough charm, even right after Yue Fei has finished venting.
He may or may not fool around a bit more, fingers trailing Yue Fei’s thighs, as he asks about the previously martyred cup and whatever had set Yue Fei on such a rewarding journey.
“That was… Lovely. Just so I know how to replicate it– anything in particular lead to today?”
Yue Fei hugs him again, arms coming from behind and pressing Wei Qing’s back tight against his chest. His lips find Wei Qing’s pulse and he laves attention on him. Then, he fesses up.
“I don’t want to control you”
“I know?” Honestly, it would be fine if you did, but I know you don’t.
“I didn’t–” Yue Fei turns his head and gazes into his eyes before stealing another kiss and ducking away from him like a guilty kid. Which given their position and what they’d just done, is a…choice. “Months ago, back when I was still concerned about some things, I set some things, just to keep you from being pitted.”
“That’s good? Thank you for taking care of me?” Still baffled, Wei Qing grabs Yue Fei’s hand and kisses his inner wrist. He also wiggles his hips a bit, because he’s incorrigible. Yue Fei huffs against his neck, and his tone is a little less defensive but no less apologetic as he continues.
“I got an alert that you were looking into Yang Wushe and was… threatened. I guess.”
What?
Wei Qing freezes, only to quickly return to his languor. He can feel Yue Fei overthinking beneath and behind him. Even if he’s blindsided, it’s better to affect an air of casualness. Otherwise, if he thinks he’s upset, Yue Fei will definitely never be so presumptuous again, and Wei Qing likes his presumptuousness.
Although Yang Wushe is really… Not someone he wants involved in their sex life, or their lives at all, even tangentially.
Wei Qing finds himself scooching further up on Yue Fei’s body and stroking him, not with any particular goal in mind, just because he likes it. Likes him. Wants to be focused on one another, not on ghosts that haven’t had the decency to dissipate yet.
“I was just curious. You told me to avoid him.”
“Ages ago.” Yue Fei’s voice is a little throaty. Throaty and distracting, at least to Wei Qing.
“En.”
“So why…? Did he show himself in front of you again? If he did…” Yue Fei’s recently loosened arms re-tighten, and some water even splashes out of the tub. Blame them for both being big men, even the extra-large and extra-deep bath can be overcome if they move too suddenly in it.
Wei Qing interlocks their fingers and comes up with a lie that isn’t a lie, so much as a backward cause and effect. After all, he’s not interested in tricking Yue Fei– he just can’t seem to tell the truth? So he has to muddle through the best he can. Explain that he has debts he shouldn’t and wants to make trouble with someone that he’s barely met yet. Will hopefully never meet again.
“Nothing like that. I’m not so easy to hit-and-run a second time!” Wei Qing winces, grateful Yue Fei can’t see the would-be future and pick up on the accidental pun in his words. “It’s just that… That surnamed Gao being such a creep made me remember that mess with that jerk. After all, you dislike them both, right? I wanted to check what they have in common.”
It’s a… questionable logic chain, but it should hold up? Since his rebirth, Gao Zhong and Yang Wushe had linked themselves through terrible taste in flower arrangements, presumptuous contact, and Yue Fei’s glittering dislike. It should be believable that one could remind him to guard against the other.
But instead of loosening behind him, Yue Fei holds him more tightly and kisses across his shoulder blades more fervently. Wei Qing ripples at the contact and strokes Yue Fei more seriously. Today-
No, even before today, Yue Fei’s reactions to those two has been contrary to his expectations. Even before he knew anything was wrong with Gao Zhong, Yue Fei was warning against him and throwing away his things. Now that Gao Zhong had tried to come between them, Wei Qing no longer thought it was as simple as jealousy. Especially because an irrationally jealous boyfriend wouldn’t have reacted to the forced kiss the way Yue Fei had. Wouldn’t be so tender, wouldn’t be so focused on his well-being instead of his own possession.
It didn’t fit, it was something more serious than that.
And the alert on Yang Wushe, the idea-
Wei Qing’s hand tightens and Yue Fei groans. He loosens as his brain stutters to a stop over a certain big problem.
The timing on the alert, and the content…
Yue Fei’s words were vague, but Wei Qing doesn’t believe he’d set such a strange restriction after the muffin incident. After all, by then, Yue Fei was already much softer with him, and was willing to directly tell him to avoid Yang Wushe. An alert was a level of subterfuge that was unnecessary. Superfluous.
It was the kind of thing that Yue Fei would have done when he was still in the mindset of cutting off Wei Qing’s messy club ‘friends’ and trying to distract him from bedding the latest bed-climbing young man. But why would Yue Fei be on guard towards Yang Wushe before they even met?
Unless…
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He gives up and turns to awkwardly squeeze himself into a straddle over Yue Fei, so that he can search his eyes for something that will prove things, without him having to open his mouth and feel the inability to communicate, as he had at the lake. He doesn’t like that feeling. Doesn’t like the feeling of a wall between them, beyond his control.
“What kind of bad is he? Do you think?” If he says that he’s part of a dark family or just talks about the dirty money, then I’ll know, but if he, if he says something else, with Yang Wushe’s careful, fucking fake clean living, then, then that would mean-
“He hurts the people he’s with. I’ve heard. And his family is– you saw the files, they’re nothing good, and no matter what he says, no matter how clean he pretends to be, he knows about it, he accepts it, he’d probably do it himself if he wasn’t the designated front for this generation of shitty-”
Wei Qing seals Yue Fei’s lips with a kiss, digging into him and being grateful for their current position. For the way Yue Fei’s eyes slide closed on instinct, so that Wei Qing can let a few tears out without him seeing. He’s grateful for the heat of the bath and the sweat and water droplets on his face that he can let the tears blend in with, when they finally stop kissing.
But-
Don’t stop kissing yet.
Not yet, not while he’s still processing that somehow, he’s not alone, even if he can’t say it, even if there’s something stopping him, Yue Fei–
Yue Fei knows that Yang Wushe is a beast in human skin. Knows that his sickness isn’t just a mistake of his family, but something that he injects into his relationships.
And Wei Qing isn’t delusional enough to convince himself that this is some natural knowledge. Doesn’t want to either.
Wei Qing knows how tightly Yang Wushe holds his bedmates. How perfect his mask is, so perfect that Wei Qing hadn’t believed in its falseness, even when Yang Wushe grew tired of him and started to willingly show cracks to chase him away. Yang Wushe had actually told him he was a substitute, laughingly calling someone else’s name viciously in his ear as he came, before Wei Qing finally saw his true face.
Wei Qing kisses the memory of that moment away with the feel of Yue Fei beneath him. Becomes more certain with every swipe of his tongue and rumble of comfort that passes through them.
In his last life, Yue Fei never said anything about Yang Wushe, not in that regard. And he’d pretty much blurted out everything he could to keep him away. He wouldn’t have held back such a provocative character flaw. Unless it was only exposed by Wei Qing’s embarrassing death. Unless Yue Fei had been around to see that, and had…
Come back with the knowledge.
It should make Wei Qing sick. It should make him panic. Even he is waiting for the adrenaline sickness to hit.
Yet he feels… comforted? Somehow that even he doesn’t understand?
He hoists himself up and pulls a confused, half-hard Yue Fei out of the bath and bypasses the towels to pull him, dripping body and all, into bed. Yue Fei groans in distress, but Wei Qing still pulls him. Pulls him and pounces and wraps them up like silkworms, clearly expressing that the damage is already done, so Yue Fei should give in to him.
“I want to, a comforter can be a towel, and can’t I just sleep in your bed?”
It’s a truly strange day, what’s a violation of the rules of bathing added onto it? And anyway, just in case, Wei Qing checks the restriction, trying to clearly state that he’s already died once, and wants to visit doom on the person responsible for it. Predictably, Yue Fei only responds to the abuse of the sheets.
Still, Wei Qing feels more balanced. Even if this rebirth is keeping them from talking clearly, even if they can never speak about it, he feels less alone. And-
Wei Qing initiates another round of aggressive kisses.
If Yue Fei is also reborn, from sometime after his death, then… Yue Fei truly, deeply already knows the worst parts of him. And wants him anyway. Yue Fei has already seen him throw everything away for scum, already seen his childishness and his ugliest side, and probably even saw his corpse and knew-
And his reaction, after all of that, to Wei Qing searching Yang Wushe–
Was to fuck him in their living room, clean him up in their bath, tangle him up in their sheets and keep kissing him.
Wei Qing decides to give up on thinking and just indulge. At least for the moment.
—
Of course, as someone that spent a very long time being spoiled, Wei Qing isn’t one to let sleeping dogs lie for too long. After getting dried and being carried off to Yue Fei’s bed and into odd dreams of shadowy figures on a bridge, Wei Qing wakes up eager to, as always, test boundaries.
And not just when it comes to how long he can stretch out Yue Fei’s morning ritual by distracting and teasing.
He wants to know if he can clue Yue Fei in, just like he’s been.
He used to be smart once. He’s sure of it. Even if this rebirth is something unfathomable, he wants to see if he can rule-lawyer it into enlightening Yue Fei. It would make the rest of forever more pleasurable, to have a secret shared between them instead of being isolated. Might also help with firming up his idle desire for revenge.
He starts at breakfast.
—
Yue Fei chastises himself for his distraction on the way to work. He reminds himself that he must watch the road, that he knows better than most that even cars with excellent safety ratings can become death traps, that even the most precious people can be robbed of life by a moment’s inattention.
If only Wei Qing wasn’t being so excitingly eye-catching today.
He always is, of course. Wei Qing’s great gift, and great tragedy, is his ability to shine brighter than those around him, attracting all kinds of attention. But ever since Yue Fei lost control, pressing him against the built-ins and giving his all to keep Wei Qing’s focus on him… His level of distraction had been rising. Every last thing Wei Qing did and asked and even the looks he threw him seemed to have a hook, drawing him deeper.
Making him starve with the need to unravel whatever he was seeing, and whatever he’d done to earn so much focus.
It’s not like Wei Qing ignores him normally. By most metrics, Yue Fei knows that they’re actually too sticky. But normally, Wei Qing will still be engrossed in an episode, distracted by a (failed) gacha pull, bewildered by his latest to-be-mastered recipe, torn between different ties in the walk-in closet, lured away by the desire to take naps and be lazy…
It’s these moments of inattention that allow Yue Fei to get things done.
But since the bookcase?
Since the bookcase, Wei Qing has been unflinchingly focused on him. If it weren’t for Yue Fei’s reminder, he’s convinced that Wei Qing wouldn’t remember that today is a work day, and he’d almost left his cherished phone (gacha genie) on the nightstand, nevermind forgetting to charge it the night before.
It’s flattering?
But bad for Yue Fei’s capability as an assistant. Especially since whenever he thinks of the change, he remembers how messily he’d prepped Wei Qing and how harsh his thrusts had been and how needy and primal his words of adoration and his pleas for Wei Qing to give in and moan for him (and only him) had been. And how Wei Qing had responded. And responded.
He knew, suspected, that Wei Qing liked a little possessiveness and marking, but now he really knows it.
And thinking back on that makes him–
Have a hard time driving! (And not getting hard!) Confused boners are no less debilitating, especially not when heading into work early in the morning! It’s enough to make Yue Fei engage in blasphemy, wishing that their car had a privacy partition that he could pull up, for the first time ever being willing to take his eyes off Wei Qing.
It’s a miracle that the two of them get to the office in one piece.
And Wei Qing’s laugh, when Yue Fei sits red-faced in the driver’s seat and doesn’t move to leave?
Enchanting. Enticing.
Deeply counterproductive.
Yue Fei encourages him to head up on his own, insisting that he’ll be following up… shortly. Honestly, he’s too old and too sexually satisfied for his body to be betraying him like this. And yet.
Wei Qing’s laughter, all the way to the elevator, is charming.
—
Yue Fei doesn’t think it’s very important, how long it takes him to ‘follow up shortly.’ He gets himself together, makes sure there are no telltale creases in his ash blue suit, and stands in the cold garage long enough to feel his skin cool to an acceptable level. It’s a lucky thing that winter is starting to drift over them; otherwise, he’d probably have to go down to the corner store and stand in the ice cream aisle like a weirdo, or something. He flips the coins in his pocket and takes deep breaths and enters Wei Securities, twenty-two minutes after Wei Qing had.
Not that it’s important.
By the time he enters R&D, he feels like his old self again, finally able to distract himself by surveying all the new and not-so-new people that inhabit his boyfriend’s domain.
There are a few bees and butterflies, but they’re timid enough (for now) that it would be an overreaction to transfer or target them. There are one or two hopeless idiots who are only here because of family clout, but Wei Qing is still sensitive to such things, so it’s okay to wait and see if they’ll yet blossom into something approaching competency. And even if they don’t, part of being a member of the upper class is taking care of other families’ wastes– Yue Fei knows enough to know this, and Wei Qing still has dues to pay anyway.
There’s only one real issue, at least that Yue Fei can see.
His name is Wang Wutian, and he’s far more ordinary than his name suggests. He’s even good-natured about everyone jokingly calling him Xiao Wu (5). The fact that he’s here to engage in corporate espionage is undoubtedly the most remarkable thing about him. Face, body, voice, talent– none of it stands out in either a good or bad way. He’s exactly good enough to blend in in this kind of ‘regional talent’ environment and to go no further. But evidently, he has depths hidden somewhere underneath those stiffly starched shirts and discount glasses.
If Robotic Overlord Li (Wei Qing gave her that nameplate at the end of the launch, and she’s affixed it to her office with something impossible to tear off) wasn’t so good at guarding her babies’ secrets, he might even succeed.
Four weeks ago, when Li Daiyu (erm, the Overlord) first patted Zhou Zitan on the shoulder and encouraged him to show them the tracking code, Yue Fei had been ready to draw up termination papers and impose a violation fee. But Wei Qing had grabbed his wrist and smirked, leaning forward like he was ready to be the antagonist in some anime. If he had glasses, he’d no doubt push them up and add a blinding flash.
Oddly hot.
Instead, he had very reasonably pointed out that espionage, and counter-espionage, were longstanding traditions of the industry. The fact that no one had been stuffed in before was actually rather embarrassing. Before, their research and development team was so dead that no one even wanted to turn over the bones to check. Now that they’d done enough to arouse some interest, they naturally had to be hospitable.
At least long enough to trace Wang Wutian back to his source and send a nice fruit basket, or mole, or something.
Yue Fei has to accept the arrangement, but he still has made it part of his duties to learn more about the plant, and make sure that he doesn’t sway anyone with potential over to his side. Wei Qing likes playing these games of intrigue, but he’d be hurt if someone he actually nurtured betrayed him, so Yue Fei is diligent on his behalf. He treats it like spraying the cupboards for ants: Something that contributes best to Wei Qing’s quality of life when he’s unaware of it.
He’s here to unobtrusively protect him. Send warnings and gather information, so no one goes to far and turns a game into actual trauma.
Like today, when he laps the office and makes coffee he doesn’t want and even casually chats with (terrifies) some of the smaller seedlings who make the mistake of making eye contact. It’s simply a small bonus, that the exercise gives him more time to chastise his libido into not being pulled into Wei Qing’s vortex as soon as he enters the private office in the corner.
—
Wei Qing likes that his office is soundproofed and that the smoked glass is one-way to his benefit. It means that no one hears his softly indulgent chuckles or sees his rippling eyes as he watches Yue Fei show up, looking perfectly unruffled– if you ignore the way his index finger taps his coffee cup. Wei Qing hasn’t pushed too hard, but he’s done enough that he knows Yue Fei has been overwhelmed by his passionate silences.
The fact that such attention seems to fluster and turn on Yue Fei is… a delightfully unexpected bonus.
It really makes Wei Qing want to–
Ah, but there are too many people in the office. So he smirks and he laughs to himself that even if he has new worries now, he’s still enjoying being able to lay others to rest.
After all, now he knows the answer to the questions that plagued him, the whys of his life going so much better this time around:
He’s not the only one cleaning up his messes.
Yue Fei came back as well, from some point after his own death. For all his relief, Wei Qing gets a little tangled on this point.
Part of him wants Yue Fei to have lived a full life after him, to have avenged his death and found some sort of meaning that would make up for all his bullshit, even if that means that he’s getting his rocks off with a spiritual grandpa. And part of him wants… wants Yue Fei to not have had a full life at all, to have been affected by his death, and to have followed relatively shortly after. Maybe after avenging him? To keep them connected, to keep their lives from slipping too far away from the others.
Wei Qing’s not proud of the feeling, but he acknowledges it. Probably because he thinks he’s right? For all the differences in Yue Fei that he sees in this life, the way he speaks about intimacy and the way he stays laser-focused on Wei Qing…
Does not speak to rich emotional experiences, after him.
Between a hollow existence and retreating and advancing together, Wei Qing can admit he’s selfish enough to want Yue Fei to not be too far ahead of him. Of course, both dying young last time (probably) makes him all the more determined to live long and luxurious lives in this second chance.
Best if they can be white-haired old men that endlessly embarrass their grand-nephews and grand-nieces, the kind of relatives that aren’t taken out in public for fear that they’ll be unrestrained, regardless of the age of their kidneys or the horror of their public. Ideally, they should endeavor to live to be about 120 to match the average life expectancy, divide by two lifetimes. Wei Qing would very much like that.
Seeing Yue Fei looking calmer and finishing another lap, Wei Qing forces himself back behind his desk and into a file. When Yue Fei enters, Wei Qing looks up like a perfectly innocent, perfectly diligent Vice President. There are even some rough design drafts scattered around. Very convincing.
If only his still-steaming mug of coffee wasn’t sitting on the end table next to the window.
Yue Fei shakes his head ruefully and brings it over.
Wei Qing steals a kiss.
—
They’re licking yuzu from their lips and tipping lovely slices of eel down their throats in a private booth of an upscale sushi bar when Wei Qing finally manages to get Yue Fei to see the light. He sips the fizzy beer that goes with the tasting menu and hooks Yue Fei’s ankle with his.
“I think Yang Wushe is awful.”
“He is!” Yue Fei might not be able to figure out why they’re talking about this again, but he’s not one to turn down a chance to shit-talk him.
Wei Qing’s counting on it. He lowers his lashes and kisses the bottle before continuing, seemingly at random.
“Not just the family stuff. Him as a person. He’s the type– based on that car scam earlier, I bet he plays with people.” Wei Qing’s spent the last few days trying to find the line of the restriction. Supposition based on current realities seemed to be okay. Weakening fact to opinion seems to work, as long as there’s some sort of current-timeline evidence to back it.
He just needs Yue Fei to make the jump with him…
“He does. You should avoid him. Gao Zhong too. People like that.” Yue Fei’s riled up enough to lean forward and kiss him. Wei Qing indulges.
“Right. I should. I will. Otherwise, someone like that, I bet could drive me off the ledge.” Wei Qing looks up and holds eye contact as Yue Fei’s eyes widen and his hands clench– ah fuck, he doesn’t want to agitate him like this, but he doesn’t know how else to clue him in. Misspeaking a common phrase is… his best attempt. He pries open Yue Fei’s hand and intertwines their fingers and nods at him, willing him to understand.
Yue Fei looks pained, Yue Fei’s mouth opens and closes, Wei Qing can only guess that the love of his life is asking him something or telling him something that their reborn bodies want to keep from being spoken.
He steals a kiss and whispers in his ear, “It seems like some things can’t be said, but I love you. In any lifetime.”
Wei Qing throws an excessive number of bills on the table and pulls Yue Fei home. He’s even the one to drive them.
Author’s Corner:
Wei Qing, my boy, you did it! (Probably). You outwitted the powers that be, or maybe the way you two have lived your rebirth up to this point and the lack of attempts to weaponize your foreknowledge is enough for the restrictions to be weakened on your behalf. Either way, many congratulations. Now get your man home and have some more nice chats.
Also, for anyone keeping track at home, we’re about halfway through! 
Polling the audience, because I’m not going to lie, pretty much all my creative drive comes from interactions…
What story sounds the most interesting next? (I have three plots that are all in a similar stage and I’m not sure which one to focus on finishing next. They’re all significantly longer than this (by about double on average, so I need to start writing now). The options are:
Inheritance: Cultivation A/B/O murder mystery where every secondary gender has a part of cultivation they excel at. Alphas tend to make the best sword cultivators, betas are unmatched at forging and imbuing arrays, and omegas have the strongest control of their qi and can communicate with spirits and ghost cultivate better than others. After something goes wrong at a Ghost Parade, the MCs entire family dies and he wants to discover why, while protecting their unique ghost-summoning inheritance. Romance is (dead) older brother’s alpha best friend x newly orphaned beta who has a slight complex over not being an omega. Heavier in plot than GTF, but slightly sweeter on the romance.
Abject Failures: Quick Transmigration Bounty Hunting, where failed children of heaven are thrown into other worlds to fix problems (usually supernatural) and recoup the destiny that was invested in them before they screwed up in their own worlds. Romance is fake son of destiny (taking the place of his older brother) who is disdainful of the whole system but eager to get home and find his brother x merman son of destiny who failed to stop his entire race from being extinguished and now isn’t sure what he’s even doing, except knowing he doesn’t want to fail other worlds. Significantly more face-slappy than GTF, with slower burn romance.
No I In Team: Unlimited Flow Horror Survival Interstellar (everyone is in a virtual world to heal serious brain injuries, but healing isn’t pleasant or free of peril). Upon entering the ‘Experience Machine,’ everyone has their memories repressed and their personal skill revealed based on their actions in a rookie quest. Romance is someone with a personal skill (Captain’s Mode) that pits everyone against him by making him seem like a leech x someone with a personal skill that makes him literally untouchable (until he runs up against MC). Versatile couple who knew each other in the real world as well (not that they know that for most of the story). Very shameless ML vs. maiden-hearted MC.
Abject failure sounds really good
They all sound great. But No I in Team has a lot of comedic potential + horror + mystery. Though I would love to read them all
Inheritance and no I team are both good(I am glad you didn’t put an omega in the relationship, I don’t like that)
Ahhh! Thank you for the chapter. If anyone figures out, my bet was on Yu Fei. But, I am liking this (Wei Qing unraveling the rebirth secret) so much more!! So beautifully done.
So happy to hear that you are starting on your next novel!! My vote in order of preference: 2, 1, and 3. Love slow burn romances
No I in team bc I’m a sucker for shameless characters. Also, I’d love if serious brain injuries could really be healed bc I have fairly moderate to severe deficits bc of a stroke n it’s stinky. The only good thing is that bc it happened I picked up reading again and developed an obsession for bl.
Honestly love the three but my fav should be inheritance 👀
They all sound so good, I almost can’t decide T-T
I think No I in Team has a lot of comic potential, so i would say, that I like it thr mist out of the three, but in the end, it’s you decision. Just write whatever you have the most fun with and I’ll read hell out of it.
The no 1 in team looks interesting
Such a great chapter ! See, you’re still smart !
And for the next story erm… thethreeofthemplease ? I mean. I’m a sucker for ghosts romance, for shameless character and for face-slapping QAQ VERY HARD TO CHOOSE. ABO tends to infuriate me because of the sexism in it and the sheer disrespect of consent in most of the stories so I would really like to read your take on it (and murder mystery ? Sign me in). But shameless character aaaaah ~ and I like horror too so. Do what you want 🙃🍪
Ahh! They all sound interesting! I don’t know which to choose! As long as eventually we get all of them, I don’t care which order we do get them.
I think Yue Fei had been comfortable believing Wei Qing didn’t suffer the memory of the first timeline. Hopefully he’ll find the same reassurance of knowing what went wrong and why it’s different now.
I love both ABO and cultivation settings, so Inheritance sounds especially appealing. I’d love to see what you do with it.
Thanks for the chapter! I love how Wei Qing puts it, he’s brilliant.
And my vote goes to no 1 in team!
Yay now they are both clued in!
I like all of the three ideas! And if I HAD to put a preference it might be 2, 3, 1
I’m all for QT!
Abject failures 🙌
In order, 1, 2 and 3. U really like ghost things when not too serious and the fact that one of the main leads is a beta makes it different than other abo. I’m aslo interested with the quick transmigration one because as long as they both know they are transmigrating, it can lead to interesting mechanics. As for 3, I consumed too much infinite flow so I’m a little bored of it, and the premise doesn’t sound as original as the other ones. Would still be interesting though
Count my vote for Abject Failures!
I like all your next prompts! Also , the story is great , quite realistic in my opinion of dealing with issues and one I really appreciate. ( this is a review for all the chapters btw) The line of Lu gaoshi for dealing with his past in their relationship really struck me so thank you .
They’re my favorite (healing) couple. So mushy and so deadly in love w each other. 😭😭
Btw i love all these ideas. Would read them right now if there are already chapters but my top 1 is probably Abject Failures as I’m a sucker for QTs.
I vote for Inheritance and Abject failures if it’s still not too late
He finally knows ! The 3 stories sound so interesting ! Thanks for the chapter🙂