A straight man transmigrates into an ABO world and upgrades his beauty by pretending to be an Alpha.

The shrill-voiced eunuch sneered, "His Majesty has never acknowledged you as his legal wife."

Now that the Northern Khan has requested a marriage alliance, His Majesty has agreed. You may depart tomorrow.” With that, he turned and left.

Qin Zijian leaned weakly against the wall, his eyes dim and his mind unclear.

The cold wind seemed to penetrate everywhere, seeping straight into his body.

Qin Zijian stared at the spider webs on the roof, swaying back and forth, his eyes filled with a sense of death.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if he had been relieved of some kind of relief, and he let go of the blanket in his hands.

Wearing only a thin garment, he plunged headlong into the wind and snow...

The crisp, resounding sound of horses' hooves echoed along the winding mountain road, as if trying to break through the silent forest.

The snow-covered sides of the road made the already rugged mountain path even more difficult to traverse.

The thick snow weighed down the bamboo, causing it to bend over and make a creaking sound.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew by, and the bamboo, which was under heavy pressure, could no longer bear it and crashed to the ground with a loud crash.

After shaking off the snow, it quickly bounced back, returning to its lush green state.

He Louxiong sat in the carriage, holding Qin Zijian in his arms, and holding a steaming towel in his other hand.

He carefully placed the towel over Qin Zijian's forehead, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a rare treasure.

His gaze never left the person in front of him.

He Louxiong gently placed his hand on Qin Zijian's back, his large palm tightly enveloping the other's small hand, then slowly placed it next to his cheek and gently caressed it.

As if sensing something, Qin Zijian's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes with difficulty, just a crack.

He stared at the illusory figure before him and muttered to himself, "Are you...a ghost messenger? Here to take my soul?"

He Louxiong frowned deeply, his eyebrows forming two small hills across his broad forehead.

He raised his hand and gently stroked Qin Zi's sweat-dampened forehead, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"I'm not some kind of ghost messenger... I'm your... um... husband, the one who's trying to take my soul."

He Louxiong's voice was somewhat deep, as if it possessed a kind of magic that could penetrate one's soul.

Upon hearing this, Qin Zijian's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, and his long eyelashes fluttered gently like butterfly wings.

He slowly opened his eyes, but quickly closed them again.

She muttered weakly, "Do you ghost messengers have to deceive ghosts?"

He had barely finished speaking, and before He Louxiong could respond, he fell into a coma again, unconscious.

When Qin Zijian woke up again, it was two days later.

He struggled to open his eyes and found himself seemingly inside a train carriage.

At this moment, he was lying quietly in He Louxiong's arms.

He felt as if he were enveloped in a giant furnace, with heat emanating from all around him through his clothes.

Qin Zijian had never received much love since childhood, so much so that at this moment, he actually felt a bit of greed.

He shifted slightly, trying to break free from the overly warm embrace.

However, as soon as he made a move, He Louxiong immediately and keenly noticed his movements.

Almost instinctively, He Louxiong tightened his arms around Qin Zijian's waist, pulling him into a closer embrace.

At the same time, He Louxiong freed one hand and gently patted Qin Zijian's back with an extremely gentle gesture.

His chin rested on Qin Zijian's forehead, and the stubble that had just sprouted inadvertently rubbed against Qin Zijian's forehead, bringing a slight stinging sensation.

He looked up at the person in front of him, whose size was almost twice his own. Sitting on the low couch, the person looked like a small mountain.

He Louxiong seemed to sense something and slowly opened his eyes, his gaze meeting Qin Zijian's.

Qin Zijian's expression froze, and he turned his face away uncomfortably, his body beginning to struggle.

"I...I don't know you! Let me go back!" He Louxiong held him tightly, not letting him break free.

His voice was deep and gentle: "Your emperor bestowed you upon me."

"From now on, you will be my Khatun, Helouxiong's Khatun. Are you willing to return to the royal court with me?"

Qin Zijian's gaze dimmed, but he seemed to feel a moment of relief, and he pursed his lips tightly, no longer speaking.

I know you may not be able to accept me right now.

However, I, He Louxiong, swear that I will only marry your daughter in this life.

I'll take you to see the sea of ​​clouds, to herd livestock, to ride horses—you can do whatever you want.

I want to take you to see our Tassan River, where there are many big fish, and the souls of our ancestors are hidden there.

He Louxiong really cherished the person in front of him.

He wished he could present all the good things he owned and had ever seen to Qin Zijian.

He hoped Qin Zijian would smile at him; then he would be the happiest person in the world.

He Louxiong pulled Qin Zijian closer to his chest and smoothed his long hair.

Carefully plucking out a strand of hair, her calloused hands moved with extreme gentleness and devotion, braiding the hair into small braids.

He held his braid in his palm, took out a string of small golden bells from his pocket, and braided the bells one by one into his hair.

The tinkling sounds were exceptionally crisp and melodious, like a bright laugh that lingered in the ears, accompanying one year after year.

As He Louxiong fastened the last little bell, he clearly heard a single word.

"it is good…"

It was as if they had given it their all, with the courage to gamble everything.

Qin Zijian buried his head lightly in He Louxiong's arms.

At that moment, a barely perceptible tear slid slowly down the corner of his eye.

"Crack... Great job! You did a good job."

The director shouted loudly, his eyes still glued to the monitor.

Looking back at that scene, that single tear really fell at the perfect moment.

It was neither exaggerated, but it perfectly expressed Qin Zijian's emotions.

Shen Ruoyun quickly got up from Chen Xinglan's arms and then jumped off the carriage.

He ran quickly to the small table, grabbed the thermos, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down several mouthfuls.

"I'm dying of thirst..." Shen Ruoyun drank some water and finally recovered from her dead fish state.

Meanwhile, Chen Xinglan, still in the carriage in the distance, was still in the same position as when he was holding Shen Ruoyun, his palms still warm from her touch.

When she came to her senses, her face was full of disappointment, and she felt a sense of emptiness in her heart, as if something had slipped away.

My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately felt something was wrong. Could he have an A-fetish?

Should he see a doctor? He used to like omegas!