<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Limited Lover on Danmei AI Translations</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/LL/</link><description>Recent content in Limited Lover 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>Tue, 19 May 2026 11:29:03 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/LL/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Chapter 1</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/LL/LL-Chapter-1/</link><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2026 11:29:03 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/LL/LL-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;
&lt;h2 id="reunion"&gt;Reunion&lt;a class="anchor" href="#reunion"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The autumn wind was bleak, and branches outside the window flashed by. The interior of the bus emitted a dull, foul odor, like a mixture of fermented overnight meals, beer, and cigarette smoke. A child in the neighboring seat clutched a pack of spicy strips, screaming as he tried to get down from his mother’s lap. Nearby, a middle-aged man was shouting loudly into his phone in an unintelligible local dialect.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 2</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/LL/LL-Chapter-2/</link><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2026 11:29:03 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/LL/LL-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="the-hotel"&gt;The Hotel&lt;a class="anchor" href="#the-hotel"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Good day, sir. What room type would you two like?&amp;rdquo; the receptionist asked politely.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Single occupancy, a room with a king bed.&amp;rdquo; Han Qingsu took out his wallet, catching a glimpse of the red tips of Lin Muhan&amp;rsquo;s ears out of the corner of his eye, and clicked his tongue softly in his mind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He hadn&amp;rsquo;t been able to remember what this man looked like at all, yet once it came back to him, those long-buried memories magically began to resurface in his mind.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 3</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/LL/LL-Chapter-3/</link><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2026 11:29:03 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/LL/LL-Chapter-3/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-3"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-3"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="breakfast"&gt;Breakfast&lt;a class="anchor" href="#breakfast"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Han Qingsu had been staying at the hotel for seven consecutive days.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was Wednesday.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He hadn&amp;rsquo;t been able to sleep all night. He crawled out of bed, kicked over a wine bottle by his feet, and looked at the takeout boxes covering the table. His heart throbbed with pain; he instinctively reached for a cigarette before suddenly remembering he had already quit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For the first time in those seven days, he pulled back the curtains.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 4</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/LL/LL-Chapter-4/</link><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2026 11:29:03 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/LL/LL-Chapter-4/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-4"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-4"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="the-ring"&gt;The Ring&lt;a class="anchor" href="#the-ring"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After a week, Han Qingsu sat in that dilapidated little car again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He was soaked through by the rain, and Lin Muhan helped him into the passenger seat. He pulled a towel from somewhere and scrubbed the rainwater off his face and hair with force. The intensity was so great that Han Qingsu knitted his brows and opened his eyes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The young master, accustomed to being served, didn&amp;rsquo;t feel there was anything wrong with this, but dissatisfied with the lack of gentleness in his hands, he turned his head to avoid him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 5</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/LL/LL-Chapter-5/</link><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2026 11:29:03 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/LL/LL-Chapter-5/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-5"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-5"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="heavy-rain"&gt;Heavy Rain&lt;a class="anchor" href="#heavy-rain"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Han Qingsu wasn&amp;rsquo;t in the mood and refused him: &amp;ldquo;No need.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He just wanted to go back to the hotel and get some good sleep now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Then come upstairs and get your clothes before you go,&amp;rdquo; Lin Muhan said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Han Qingsu was feeling a bit annoyed; he didn&amp;rsquo;t even want those shabby clothes anymore, nor did he want to have any more ties with Lin Muhan. Just as he was about to refuse, Lin Muhan opened an umbrella and held it over his head, saying, &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll just put my things down and then drive you back.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 6</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/LL/LL-Chapter-6/</link><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2026 11:29:03 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/LL/LL-Chapter-6/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-6"&gt;Chapter 6&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-6"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="paying"&gt;Paying&lt;a class="anchor" href="#paying"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry, sir, but this bank card of yours has also been frozen.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Three days later, the only bank card remaining under Han Qingsu&amp;rsquo;s name was completely unusable.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Your room charges for this week total 67,326 yuan,&amp;rdquo; the receptionist said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Han Qingsu frowned: &amp;ldquo;Why is this card frozen?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I apologize, sir, we aren&amp;rsquo;t sure either. You might need to go to the bank and ask,&amp;rdquo; the receptionist smiled, &amp;ldquo;How would you like to make the payment?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 7</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/LL/LL-Chapter-7/</link><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2026 11:29:03 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/LL/LL-Chapter-7/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-7"&gt;Chapter 7&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-7"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="rebellion"&gt;Rebellion&lt;a class="anchor" href="#rebellion"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Stepping into this dilapidated little house once again, Han Qingsu felt a complex mix of emotions.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;However, Lin Muhan had kept the place very clean, which to a large extent alleviated his internal resistance. Even so, the young Master Han still felt a bit disgusted. But having waited for Lin Muhan all day, his emotions had risen and fallen so drastically that, upon sinking into the sofa, he felt unexpectedly comfortable, his demeanor weary.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 8</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/LL/LL-Chapter-8/</link><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2026 11:29:03 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/LL/LL-Chapter-8/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-8"&gt;Chapter 8&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-8"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="hospital"&gt;Hospital&lt;a class="anchor" href="#hospital"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The memories are somewhat hazy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Han Qingsu considers himself to have considerable strength, and he is fierce enough in bed, but at least that stays within a normal range. Most of the time, he knows his limits and takes care of his partners so they can enjoy it too, unlike Lin Muhai, who is fierce, insidious, and completely disregards anyone&amp;rsquo;s life. He even feels that if anyone with a weaker physique had been in his place, they would have been sent to the hospital long ago.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 9</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/LL/LL-Chapter-9/</link><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2026 11:29:03 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/LL/LL-Chapter-9/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-9"&gt;Chapter 9&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-9"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="fried-egg"&gt;Fried Egg&lt;a class="anchor" href="#fried-egg"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was past four in the morning when the two of them returned home.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Big brother, let&amp;rsquo;s just go to sleep first. Can we talk about whatever it is tomorrow?&amp;rdquo; Lin Muhan helped him take off his coat.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Han Qingsu said impatiently, &amp;ldquo;I need a shower.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You have a cast on your hand—&amp;rdquo; Lin Muhan paused for a moment, suddenly remembering something. &amp;ldquo;You still haven&amp;rsquo;t gotten it out?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 10</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/LL/LL-Chapter-10/</link><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2026 11:29:03 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/LL/LL-Chapter-10/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-10"&gt;Chapter 10&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-10"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="fruit"&gt;Fruit&lt;a class="anchor" href="#fruit"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lin Muhan was making breakfast in the kitchen while Han Qingsu wandered around the living room. He finally found a charger and plugged in his phone, but he wasn&amp;rsquo;t in a hurry to turn it on.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He hadn&amp;rsquo;t had a chance to look closely before; although the apartment was small, it was well-maintained. A few photos were scattered on the wall next to the TV. One showed a family of three: a toddler in split-crotch pants grinning while being held by a man and a woman. He recognized the child as Lin Muhan at a single glance.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>