Reborn To Be The Imperial Consort [BL]
[WSA 2024 Entry] [The Imperial Consort could have been so much more than what we were shown.] --- Genius Neurosurgeon Lǐ Xīnyuàn died while being held at the gunpoint to perform a surgery on a terrorist leader. When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into a world similar to a Webnovel he'd been forced to read by a colleague. Now you'd think Lǐ Xīnyuàn had transmigrated into that Webnovel. But did he? No! Instead he'd been transmigrated into that webnovel's spin-off/"what-if" version of the story with nothing but the superficial knowledge of the plot thanks to reading the main novel. Now tasked with the mission of avoiding plotholes, unnecessary dog-blood, death and following the storyline to ensure the male lead's ascension to the throne of Supreme Emperor, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. And why did no one tell him that his character had to be married into the Male Lead's harem?? What about the Female Lead? Later: Lǐ Xīnyuàn: Why doesn't Your Highness spend the night with concubine Yang? ML: Don't want to. Lǐ Xīnyuàn: ... Why? ML: Are you pushing me away? Lǐ Xīnyuàn: QAQ
Budding Lotus — VIII
"Just because something does not hurt does not mean it is fine, Xin'er." He said, the baritone timbre of his voice sending a wave of something unknown down Li Xinyuan's body. He was saying those words as a retort but to the surgeon it sounded like a reprimand.
For a moment, Li Xinyuan felt embarrassment set in. After living in this world for years, his perception of 'hurt' had undergone significant changes. Though none of them applied to other people's well-being, they did apply to Li Xinyuan himself.
Like the hypocrite he was.
Li Xinyuan licked his lips, wetting the soft flesh as he curled his injured hand into a fist and tried to pull it out of the protagonist's grasp.
"Who told My Liege that?" He asked instead, curious. Last time he checked, Liu Mingyun didn't seem like the person to make sense of things like that.