“Zhen was just searching casually.” Having his browsing history flipped through, Liang Ye didn’t feel embarrassed at all, nor did he think anything was wrong. “I was afraid you’d find it annoying if I asked.” For that brief moment, Wang Dian almost felt that Liang Ye was somewhat lonely and helpless, which led him to…

A small copper coin had bought him a basement filled to the brim, but His Majesty the Emperor not only wasn’t grateful, he was actually in a rather bad mood. Wang Dian had refused his proposal to go traveling. Wang Dian’s patience was limited, and Liang Ye’s patience was even more limited than his. Although…

“Don’t leave…” Liang Ye painfully rolled over, rose to his feet, and staggered toward Wang Dian. His gaze was sinister as he said, “Has Zhen given you permission to leave?” Wang Dian tilted his head slightly and licked the traces of Liang Ye’s blood on his canine teeth with lingering satisfaction. He patiently waited for…

A group of nearly fifty people moved in a grand procession. At the front was a young lady riding a prized blood-sweat horse, wearing riding attire. With bright eyes and a lively demeanor, she turned her head to look at the exquisite, luxurious carriage. From the carriage, a fair-skinned, handsome young man peeked out. Dressed…

“Copper coin?” Liang Ye felt almost dizzy from the strong sweet scent emanating from him. He couldn’t control his desire to move closer to the other person. Even though he had just been tortured to the brink of death by him, the other’s cold voice sounded like heavenly music to his ears. Even if the…

Liang Ye suddenly felt a chill at his neck, as if something invisible had brushed past. The hair all over his body stood on end in fear. His headache was already unbearable, and with the sudden icy cold that attacked him, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He staggered back…

After the proposal, Liang Ye appeared particularly excited, taking every opportunity between bites of food to admire the ring on his finger. While he admired his ring, Wang Dian admired him, showing little interest in the food on his plate. He wanted to eat Liang Ye. He swallowed hard twice, raising his wine glass in…

The shower gel couldn’t conceal the faint begonia fragrance on Liang Ye’s neck. Liang Ye liked to pull Wang Dian into his arms, and Wang Dian would curl himself up and nestle into his embrace. His sleep quality had always been poor, but beside Liang Ye, he could always sleep soundly. This time, he rarely…

The blinding daylight once again blurred into the circular hanging lamp of the basement. Liang Ye stared at himself in the mirror, wanting to turn his head away, but Wang Dian held his chin up and drew him close. A gloomy, cold voice sounded next to his ear, “Liang Ziyu, you agreed quite readily.” “……Ha.”…

Wang Dian’s hand firmly gripped the back of Liang Ye’s neck. The resentment in his eyes gradually gave way to fury, his grip unconsciously tightening as if he wanted to snap his neck. “Speak.” Liang Ye licked his dry lips, tilted his head and affectionately nuzzled against his tense muscular forearm, putting on an innocent…

“I thought you didn’t want to bring it up.” Liang Ye’s gaze fell on his long, upturned neck, stepping past the display cabinets on both sides, his black pupils fixed directly on Wang Dian’s face. “Just like I thought you didn’t like bones at all.” “I can’t say I like them or not.” Wang Dian…

Since returning to modern times, Wang Dian had rarely slept so well, and seeing Liang Ye when he woke up put him in an extremely good mood. Liang Ye was woken up when his nose was pinched, staring at him with sleepy eyes for a while, “Wang Dian, are you taking revenge on Zhen?” Wang…

Liang Ye felt very regretful that he couldn’t live in the palace, but his interest in Wang Dian far exceeded his interest in the bizarre modern society, so he quickly put this matter behind him. When Wang Dian warned him for the third time not to twirl the knife while eating, he directly spun the…

After two chaotic and absurd days, Wang Dian finally woke up and saw the morning sun. Liang Ye was sleeping soundly in the hospital bed, his long hair spread across the soft pillow. His neck and shoulders were covered with purple-red kiss marks and bite marks. One of his long legs was arrogantly pressing on…

As soon as Zhong Qianyan touched the doorknob, she felt something wasn’t right. She had already thought of more than a dozen possible scenarios that would challenge her perception, but before she could turn the doorknob, the door was opened from the inside. “Mom?” Wang Dian looked at her with an innocent expression. Zhong Qianyan…

The moment Wang Dian appeared, Liang Ye’s eyes visibly brightened. In the next second, he was knocked backward a couple of stumbling steps, instinctively wrapping his arms around Liang Ye’s waist. “Wang Dian!” Liang Ye’s grip was so tight it felt like he might crush him, his voice still trembling slightly. “Wang Dian.” Wang Dian’s…