Ugh! Commander, Your Spiritual Body Licked the Palm of My Hand Again

BL · Sci-fi · ABO · Space · Marriage before love · Sweet romance

A sharp-tongued, clever, cold-faced but naturally airheaded bottom vs. a reserved, secretly possessive, black-bellied reborn top

Double male leads · Both strong · Both each other’s one and only · ABO · Interstellar · Married first, love later · Sweet romance · Raising/mentoring · Main perspective: bottom

Rogue cultivator Ji Zhao, after enduring countless hardships to survive until tribulation crossing, was struck down by heavenly lightning and became the pitiful, universally disliked child of the Gu family in the interstellar era...

The fake young master is showered with care by his parents and older brother, while he suffers nothing but cold looks at home?

Ji Zhao: “For the sake of everyone having a better future, just pretend I’m dead.”

His combat teammates deliberately isolate him, and the insectoid race chases after him from behind?

Ji Zhao: “Sword qi spans thirty thousand li; one sword’s cold light chills nineteen provinces!”

Everyone mocks him, saying his whole family are Alphas and Omegas, and that a useless Beta like him might as well die.

Ji Zhao: “Thanks for asking. I’m on a wasteland planet, suddenly mutated into an Omega, and I’m a little panicked.”

Lu Yao, the Empire’s youngest 3S general,

was gravely wounded in a battle against the insectoid race after sacrificing himself to heavily injure the Insect Emperor. His spiritual sea is on the verge of collapse, and he can no longer pilot a mecha.

His fiancée decisively breaks off the engagement, and his admirers turn against him.

Some say that because of this, his temperament changed drastically, and even his giant wolf spirit form became bloodthirsty and cruel.

In response, Ji Zhao pushes away a certain giant wolf that keeps rubbing its head against him and licking his palm with soft howls.

“Huh? That one?”

When war breaks out again, Ji Zhao turns the tide as a top-tier healing Omega, and the whole Empire erupts.

As people line up to ask him to become their healer, Ji Zhao is pinned against a wall by a tall, powerful, clingy ghostlike Alpha, who mouths at his pale neck and coaxes in a low voice:

“Zhaozhao, who do you belong to?”

Ji Zhao whimpers:

“Yours.”