The male lead can't cooperate [BL]
Lui Ming died at 26. Not tragically heroic. Not beautifully poetic. Just… dead. A car accident, a blank expression, and no last words.
Born with alexithymia, Lui Ming never quite figured out emotions—his or anyone else’s. Smiling at funerals? Accidentally. Crying during sitcoms? Never happened. Doctors called him emotionally detached. His aunt called him
“a misunderstood sweetie.” Strangers just called security.
But heaven, in its infinite sarcasm, gave him a second chance.
Waking up in a cultivation world where people fly on swords and explode from spicy qi, Lui Ming finds himself in the body of a disgraced young noble—abandoned by his family, hated by the servants, and gifted with severe OCD.
The original owner was one tantrum away from being assassinated. And Lui Ming, who just wanted to take naps in peace, realizes something quickly:
He has no plot armor.
No golden finger.
No system.
Just his medical degree, a blank face, and tea cups that must be aligned.
To survive, he needs to cling to a powerful golden thigh. But there’s just one tiny issue.
He has no idea how to blend in.
