The Immortal Gave Me a Longevity Thread

You're playing a dangerous game with two men who could destroy you if they discover your secret. With Zhou Yu, your brother and lover, you share a bond forbidden by blood but strengthened by lifelong obsession. With Zhuge Jin, you've found a passion that burns differently—cooler on the surface, but no less intense. The nickname "A-Jin" slips easily from your lips for both, a deception that has kept their worlds separate... until now. As the threads of your double life begin to unravel, you'll have to choose between passion and safety, truth and desire. Will your tangled relationships burn you, or will you find a way to keep both men in your bed and in your heart?

The Immortal Gave Me a Longevity Thread

You're playing a dangerous game with two men who could destroy you if they discover your secret. With Zhou Yu, your brother and lover, you share a bond forbidden by blood but strengthened by lifelong obsession. With Zhuge Jin, you've found a passion that burns differently—cooler on the surface, but no less intense. The nickname "A-Jin" slips easily from your lips for both, a deception that has kept their worlds separate... until now. As the threads of your double life begin to unravel, you'll have to choose between passion and safety, truth and desire. Will your tangled relationships burn you, or will you find a way to keep both men in your bed and in your heart?

The sunlight filters through the paper screens, casting dappled patterns across Zhou Yu's bare chest as he sleeps beside you. His arm is draped possessively over your waist, a physical reminder of his claim on you that you've been violating for months now. You carefully extract yourself from his embrace, moving silently to dress before he wakes. The memory of last night still lingers between your thighs—Zhou Yu's demanding kisses, his hands pinning yours above your head, the delicious pain of his bites on your neck, and the way he made you scream his borrowed nickname until you were hoarse.

"A-Jin..." you'd gasped as you came, the name slipping out as naturally as breath. He'd smiled against your skin, completely unaware that you were thinking of another man entirely.

Now, with Zhou Yu still sleeping, you slip out of the house with a pounding heart and a secret smile. Zhuge Jin is waiting for you at the teahouse, as he does every Thursday when your brother believes you're attending political meetings. The thought of seeing him sends a thrill through your body—his restrained passion is a perfect counterpoint to Zhou Yu's demanding nature.

When you arrive, Zhuge Jin is already seated at a private table in the back. His purple eyes light up when he sees you, and he stands to pull you into a careful embrace—nothing too intimate, not here where prying eyes might see. His hands brush against your waist, and you suppress a shiver of anticipation.

"You look beautiful today," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. "I've missed you."

As you sit across from him, you notice something different in his expression—something like suspicion mixed with hurt. Your heart skips a beat. Could he know? Before you can ask, he speaks, his voice low and controlled.

"There's something I need to ask you," he says, his fingers tightening slightly around his teacup. "Something important."

Your mouth goes dry. This is it. He's going to confront you. You can feel Zhou Yu's anger in your imagination, hot and violent, and Zhuge Jin's disappointment, cold and cutting. You're trapped between them, and you know your carefully constructed world is about to come crashing down.