ABO Drooping‑Eared Butler

He had a fever caused by overuse of his gland, combined with chronic mental exhaustion and prolonged stress, which led […]

The bedroom had been fitted with a new set of warm yellow curtains. The tiny floral embroidery looked playful and

Honestly, the Yan Yi standing in front of him now was almost exactly as Lu Shangjin had imagined—just far calmer

This fever was caused by overusing his gland, combined with chronic mental strain and exhaustion, which led to a disorder

　　Yan Yi’s suit vest and polka-dot tie lay discarded to one side; his French-collar shirt was half-unbuttoned, and the pale

Yan Yi seemed to instinctively know how to carry himself in grand or formal settings, walking naturally at Lu Shangjin’s

On his way home from work, Lu Shangjin picked up a strawberry tiramisu for Yan Yi. This morning when he

To help balance the gland’s growth rate and maintain a stable recovery, Dr. Zhong discontinued Yan Yi’s growth medication for

“It’s an honor to work with you this time, President Lu.” “You’re too kind.” Lu Shangjin walked out of the

After holding him for a while, Yan Yi grew sleepy, going limp as he rested against Lu Shangjin’s shoulder. His

After confirming that his condition was stable, Yan Yi was brought home to recuperate. The new house wasn’t as spacious

“Yanyan… do you remember me?” Lu Shangjin gently stroked his hair, lifting his chin to look at him. “What’s my

Shaowen Jing’s inbox received an encrypted overseas email: a batch of precision medical equipment orders had been abruptly canceled. The

Before being wheeled out of the ICU, Yan Yi was conscious. His fingers pressed down on two neatly folded notes,

After climbing into the modified submarine, Lu Shangjin froze, rigidly clutching the insulated box. His fingertips grazed the control panel

The intricate monitoring equipment in the guardianship room emitted a faint hum in the otherwise silent space. When visiting hours

“No unnecessary firefights with them.” Lu Shangjin handed him a syringe while rolling up his own sleeve to inject himself.

The gun barrel was wrapped by three or five jet-black vines and ripped from Lu Shangjin’s hands. Bi Ruijing caught

When Lu Shangjin came back to his senses, his chest was already soaked. He thought it was tears and, with

Lu Shangjin silently set the spoon back into the soup bowl and, holding Yan Yi under his armpits, helped him