The Demon King's Wife is the Heaven's Strongest [BL]
A love story hidden in the depths of despair and forsaken memories… Lai Mingjie is a hot and well-sought bachelor in the city, the sole heir of one of the country's most powerful and influential men. However, he has a secret: he used to be the most prolific demon king in history! In his plight of trying to end his suffering, he runs into the amnesiac Xu Rouguang. This man cannot remember anything else about his life... but that he loves Lai Mingjie. Who would have thought that this man is actually the demon king's wife... and executioner?! With the promises of freedom and a new life together, the two of them works on recovering whatever they can to rebuild the destiny that they have placed onto themselves—and what they have shattered all the same. How strong can they be in their crossed paths filled with pain, death, and separation… now that they are together again? [Disclaimer and Warnings:] This story is a work of fiction, and similarities to any living or dead person are purely coincidental. May contain triggers. Chapters will become locked when you reach Chapter 68. Please don't tell me you weren't warned. Follow me on IG @droopdroopghost and on Facebook (droopyghostofficial) Cover art is by reialdark66 (pixiv)
So Warm
The dripping sound nearby gradually roused Song Yi'er's senses. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that she was in a dark place. A hand came to her face, and she groaned as she tried to remember what happened earlier. Ah, right... she fainted after witnessing such gross scene. It was good that her stomach was tough, and she needlessly vomited in disgust. Then again, she had gone through a violent morning sickness stage... she didn't want to vomit unless she needed to expel food out of her throat.
Upon remembering the handsome man, she began looking around. She could hear dripping water, but there was no source of light whatsoever around her. Her eyes couldn't see past her chest and her blooming belly. Then again, she could feel a rough rag underneath her. It also had that old smell like it was a disposed carpet instead. Her fingers groped to her side, hoping to find the edge of the carpet... but her hand landed on a firm and warm surface.