<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>My boyfriend, Indra on Danmei AI Translations</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/ID/</link><description>Recent content in My boyfriend, Indra on Danmei AI Translations</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><copyright>[© Copyright belongs to novels' authors](https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/legalcode)</copyright><lastBuildDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2026 09:09:31 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/ID/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Chapter 1</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/ID/ID-Chapter-1/</link><pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2026 09:09:31 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/ID/ID-Chapter-1/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-1"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-1"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;He was a handsome man.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A genuinely handsome man with an unremarkable aesthetic sense.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bai Wuyou crouched on a straw mat, tilting his head back to look up at the long-haired man in white robes standing before his stall.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Among the surrounding crowd of men—old and young alike, all with their hair tied into twin buns—this long-haired, brown-haired man before him stood out like the only great tree on a hundred li of barren wasteland, verdant and striking.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 2</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/ID/ID-Chapter-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2026 09:09:31 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/ID/ID-Chapter-2/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-2"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-2"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="chapter-2-1"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-2-1"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bai Wuyou felt a bit guilty, rubbing his hands together as he snuck a peek at the man in the hat. &amp;ldquo;Hey man, you still want a drink?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The man, who hadn&amp;rsquo;t gotten a single sip of alcohol since entering the bar, let out a pent-up sigh that sounded like it was squeezed from the depths of his lungs, and slammed the wine bottle heavily onto the counter.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>