For twenty-six years, Zhu Zhixi had lived a wildly colorful life—from Africa to Antarctica, from backpacker to volunteer. His life motto was basically: stir things up.
But one day, he woke up to find a life countdown suddenly appearing in his palm—
[60 days, 0 hours, 0 minutes, 0 seconds]
I can only live for sixty days???
A few days later, he was forced to go on a blind date. The other party was a boring archaeology professor, a stunning but expressionless Alpha, colder than a snowman.
Zhu Zhixi: “I’m a beta. Marrying me is basically the same as becoming infertile.”
Not just infertile. I’m practically a pre-made corpse with one foot in the grave. Whoever comes near me is basically signing up for a ghost marriage, straight into the widower camp with a bereavement tag slapped on. Besides, who wants to marry an alpha? Pheromones spraying everywhere, rut periods where they can’t even control their lower half—
Wait. Why did the countdown stop?
Zhu Zhixi: “Hold on. Infertility actually has its advantages…”
He grabbed the snowman’s hand, and the countdown stopped again—
Zhu Zhixi: Great! He’s my life-saving straw! I’m saved!
After marriage, in order to keep himself alive, Zhu Zhixi had no choice but to work hard at physical contact. But little by little, he discovered that holding hands and hugging were starting to lose their effect.
Zhu Zhixi: It’s over. My husband doesn’t work anymore.
Who knew that his husband, who had always acted as if he did not care whether Zhu Zhixi lived or died, would actually take the initiative to help.
“Could it be that it’s not the person who doesn’t work, but the method? Want to try changing it?”
Zhu Zhixi: “Change to what?”
The next morning, he woke up, ignored his sore waist, and immediately checked his palm.
Fu Rangyi: “Did it work?”
Zhu Zhixi: “It stopped! It worked! Thank you, husband! You’re amazing! Ah, no, I mean that was amazing…”
The more he explained, the worse it got.
Such a clumsy little trick. If you like me, just say it.
Fu Rangyi touched the back of Zhu Zhixi’s neck where he had bitten him last night.
“You’re welcome. If it works, use it more, wife.”
—
At first, Fu Rangyi thought: Very good. He’s a beta. No pheromone interference, no trouble. Divorce will be easy too.
Later, Fu Rangyi thought: Why is he a beta… Why can’t I mark him…
A person truly cannot empathize with himself from a few months ago.
