Watching the strange man transform into Qi Zhennan’s appearance right before his eyes, Qi Zhi instinctively reached out his hand. But before he could touch him, the man’s face changed again, revealing once more those slightly eerie eyes belonging to the unfamiliar stranger.
There was no Qi Zhennan at all.
Frightened, QiZhi hurriedly pulled his hand back.
“Y-You… who are you?”
“My name is Lan An. My childhood name is Lan Jiu,” Lan An said lightly as he lifted Qi Zhi’s chin. “Little Camellia, do you still remember me?”
“…”
Qi Zhi’s beautiful phoenix eyes widened instantly. For a moment, he even forgot the pain coming from his ankle.
“Little Camellia” was his pen name, while Lan An was the villain from one of the BL novels he had written.
Qi Zhi had a little secret: he loved reading and writing BL novels.
He never dared tell anyone; afraid people would laugh at him. It could be said that aside from himself, no one knew that “Little Camellia” was actually him.
Although homosexuality had already been accepted by many people in this world, same-sex marriage was still not legal.
Because of that, even though he and Qi Zhennan had been together for a year after confirming their relationship, they still did not dare make it public. Only a small number of people within their circle knew.
“Y-You… who exactly are you?” How did he know his biggest secret?
“I like beautiful people,” Lan An said with a faintly wicked smile, “but I don’t like fake, pretentious beauties like Tang Mianmian. And I dislike even more the life you arranged for me.”
He leaned closer slightly.
“Little Camellia, can you rewrite my fate for me?”
“…”
“???”
Qi Zhi froze.
“Y-You’ve read my novel?”
Was it because they happened to share the same name that this person had come looking for him, demanding he rewrite Lan An’s story?
What kind of immersive reader was this?!
Lan An narrowed his eyes slightly. A strange glimmer flashed through his heterochromatic pupils—one blue and one black. In the next instant, his human round pupils transformed into eerie vertical slits.
“…”
Something exploded in Qi Zhi’s mind with a loud boom.
“Y-You… you’re Demon King Lan An? You’re the villain from my novel?”
Eyes capable of stealing souls and creating illusions this was the ability Qi Zhi had specifically written into Lan An’s character settings after the Demon King reincarnated into a human.
Lan An replied calmly, “Looks like you finally remembered.”
“But I… you… how is this even…” Qi Zhi was so shocked that he could barely speak coherently.
A character he had written had come to life.
Not only that, he had even crossed into the real world to find him—all because he disliked the “green tea beauty” Qi Zhi had written for him.
“T-Then you…”
Qi Zhi had countless questions he wanted to ask. How did Lan An come out of the novel How had he found him? Would he have trouble adapting to the real world? Did anyone else know about his soul-stealing abilities? But when he opened his mouth, he found himself unable to ask anything at all.
This was insane. The world had gone completely insane!
Seeing that Qi Zhi still had not recovered from the shock, Lan An lowered his gaze toward the man’s already swollen ankle. He frowned slightly, bent down, and lifted Qi Zhi into his arms bridal-style before heading toward the infirmary.
Along the way, they attracted plenty of curious stares.
…
Just as they were about to reach the infirmary, Qi Zhi finally regained his senses.
“T-Then… are you going back?”
“I don’t know,” Lan An admitted. “But you must change the contents of the novel. Rewrite it into a no-cp story centered around me. I don’t need you arranging anyone for me.”
If he were not worried that deleting the novel might also make him disappear, he would never have allowed those mere hundreds of thousands of words to determine his life.
His life belonged to him. He had no need for someone else to write it for him.
“Okay.”
How could Qi Zhi possibly dare refuse?
At this moment, forget merely modifying the novel even writing an entirely new custom story just for Lan An would be fine with him.