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[BL] Capturing my Demon King Costar

[BL - Mature Content] Yao Shen is a struggling actor, virtually anonymous to the public. That is, until the opportunity to star in an anticipated new cultivation drama comes along, and it finally seems like Yao Shen's fate is turning. The only problem? He'll be playing the love interest of 'movie Emperor' Xin Hulei -- the big star responsible for all his difficulties in breaking into the entertainment industry. Things only get worse when a 'Demonic Capture System' is activated after Yao Shen's first audition with Xin Hulei. Worse becomes worrying when Yao Shen realizes the events depicted in the drama might not be so fictional after all, and that maybe there's more to it than the System is telling him... --- Yao Shen: "What do you mean Xin Hulei is one of the Demon Kings? And it's my job to send him back to the demonic realm? I'm just a D-list celebrity, how am I qualified for this?" System: "There are rewards." Yao Shen: "..." Yao Shen: "Tell me more" --- hardworking, down on his luck, determined and witty MC with a short fuse x cold beauty, calculating and sly, blackbellied Demon ML, hellbent on revenge.

ThirtyTyrants · LGBT+
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186 Chs

My Costar wants me to fly

Yao Shen's schedule over the next few days passes by in a flurry. He has a lot of minor scenes in which Yan Shuyi mostly lies in bed, recovering from his injuries.

He and Ye Fang have a short scene together in which Mei Shuang worries over her shizun, and blames her unworthy pair of shidi all over again for Yan Shuyi's bad luck.

Yan Shuyi asks her not to tell anything to Xie Huan about the reason behind his 'secluded cultivation' once they return to Frozen Peak. If Mei Shuang wonders why him in particular, she doesn't voice her questions.

In one of the many scenes where Yao Shen is laid up on his back, pretending to be unconscious, Rong Zi sneaks in once again.

He looks on as Yan Shuyi slumbers restlessly, his brows knit in pain. Once or twice his hand reaches towards Yan Shuyi's face as if to wipe the sweat off his brow, but it always falls away at the last moment.