A porter who wholeheartedly wishes to be a errand runner;... more>>

An embroidery workshop owner who wholeheartedly wants to be a porter;

A chivalrous hero who does whatever the workshop owner does with all her heart;

A martial alliance leader who wholeheartedly wants to be an escort (currently resigning);

A young deputy of the escort agency who longheartedly yearns to wander the jianghu;

And a down-and-out escort agency.

A cunning and resourceful workshop owner × a sunny and vigorous porter.

A gentle yet aloof martial alliance leader × a brooding and frail young master.

Set in a half fantasy half Ming Dynasty backdrop. <<less

When her twin brother was ordered to get married, but got kidnapped on the way, Meng Chang’an had to dress up as a man and get married on his behalf, in order to save the lives of the clan.... more>>

The moment she stepped into the bridal chamber, the demonic sect’s young master, who had always behaved erratically, gathered all her sharpness and called out obediently to Her Royal Highness the Princess next to the bed, who was wearing a phoenix crown and beautiful robe: “Sister-in-law.”

However, what she received was the meaningful look from the princess by the bed: “Don’t call me sister-in-law, call me wife.”

Young Master Meng, who did not know the meaning of the kiss that landed on the corner of her mouth during the wedding night, finally gradually understood the thoughts of Her Royal Highness in the days that followed.

Meng Chang’an: “Your Highness, I advise you to give up. This young master has never had a fondness for grinding mirrors², and in this lifetime, I will never like women. You should not waste your efforts on me!”

Li Qiubai slowly raised her hand and gently touched the young master’s chest, with a teasing smile, she asked, “How could these efforts be wasted? Look at you, your heart is beating so fast. Even your legs are getting weak…”

Young Master Meng lost her armor along the way but still wouldn’t give up: “Even if you get my body, you can’t have my heart. It’s impossible for me to be in love with a woman!”

One year later:

Her Royal Highness the Princess: “Sister, why don’t you call me sister-in-law?”

Young Master Meng: “Wife…I know I was wrong…”

Note: One of the characters in this story is a side character in “Record of the Poison Doctor Pursuing Her Wife”. This can be read as a stand alone.

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¹打脸 (dǎ liǎn) – Literally, it means “to slap one’s face.” Figuratively, means to be proven wrong, to eat one’s words.

²磨鏡 (mó jìng) euphemism referring to having lesbian s*xual relations, where both parties get a certain degree of s*xual satisfaction from rubbing or stroking each other’s bodies. Since both parties have the same body structure, it seems that they are grinding together with a mirror placed in the middle. <<less

What is fate?... more>>

Destined? Providence? Irreversible?

I don’t understand.

I only know that I can’t bear to see your hair turn white before your time, a sword to end a love that has yet to begin. <<less

Poison Doctor Gu Qingyin found the gravely injured and amnesiac Leader of the Demonic Path, Zhong Shujin, at the bottom of a cliff. After all the trouble she took to heal the idiotic amnesiac leader and restore her intelligence, who also conveniently ate her clean without taking responsibility, the memory-restored leader ran away without a word.... more>>

Since then, Gu Qingyin had set foot on an endless bumpy road in pursuit of her wife.

Zhong Shujin: “The injury is on my arm, why are you taking off my clothes…”

Gu Qingyin: “Checking for other injuries on your body.”

Zhong Shujin: “Well… But! Your hand! Why are you touching everywhere!”

Gu Qingyin: “……Checking for wounds.”

Zhong Shujin: “Oh… Your mouth… Where are you kissing!”

Gu Qingyin: “Hey… I’ve cleared out the poison for you, so the medical fee should rightfully be given to me.”

Zhong Shujin was so weak she could only surrender to pay off her debts.

Gu Qingyin: “There’s still a long way to go, so I’ll explore from top to bottom.” <<less

That woman was a beautiful one.... more>>

That sword was a good one.

In jianghu, there were very many people that walked into Fu Wanqing’s line of sight, yet there was only one person that had truly fallen into her heart.

The Whitepath Alliance? The Head of the Demonic Creed? She didn’t care about those things one bit.

She wanted that sword, and the beauty wielding it even more so. <<less