Reborn To Be The Imperial Consort [BL]
[WSA 2024 Entry] [The Imperial Consort could have been so much more than what we were shown.] --- Genius Neurosurgeon Lǐ Xīnyuàn died while being held at the gunpoint to perform a surgery on a terrorist leader. When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into a world similar to a Webnovel he'd been forced to read by a colleague. Now you'd think Lǐ Xīnyuàn had transmigrated into that Webnovel. But did he? No! Instead he'd been transmigrated into that webnovel's spin-off/"what-if" version of the story with nothing but the superficial knowledge of the plot thanks to reading the main novel. Now tasked with the mission of avoiding plotholes, unnecessary dog-blood, death and following the storyline to ensure the male lead's ascension to the throne of Supreme Emperor, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. And why did no one tell him that his character had to be married into the Male Lead's harem?? What about the Female Lead? Later: Lǐ Xīnyuàn: Why doesn't Your Highness spend the night with concubine Yang? ML: Don't want to. Lǐ Xīnyuàn: ... Why? ML: Are you pushing me away? Lǐ Xīnyuàn: QAQ
Thalassotélos — VII
Hu Lijing raised his head at the reminder, amber eyes shining with tears as he bit his lower lip and nodded somewhat jerkily, not letting go of Long ZhenHai's hands.
The heat of his hands a nameless but exceedingly familiar warmth against the dragon's cold ones, his touch a burning, invisible brand on Long ZhenHai's skin.
A mark no one could see, not even Long ZhenHai himself. But still, he could feel it. In his body, on the skin clinging to his person, deep in his bones, the scalding brand burnt right into his very soul.
The soul he shared with Hu Lijing yet couldn't quite understand.
As Hu Lijing opened his mouth to speak, flushed pink lips quivering ever so slightly as his voice filled the suffocating silence of the room, Long ZhenHai's long eyelashes trembled, icy blue eyes hidden behind the curtain of his flesh gleaming with unshed tears.