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A corner of Lu Zhengming’s studio workspace had been transformed into a miniature stage. Red velvet draped across easels of varying heights, while a plaster Roman column stood bathed in the warmth of a spotlight. The hues of Rubens, the lighting of Rembrandt, all reflected in a floor-length mirror framed in ornate, classical detailing, creating the illusion of stepping into a Baroque oil painting hanging within the Louvre or the Met Museum. On a nearby table, also covered in red fabric, an open…- 136.3 K • Ongoing
Chapter 2 – Tearing the Skin Off the One Who Drugged Him? “Zhiyu!” Jiang Chuang called out in surprise and joy. “Ah…” Wen Jue let out a soft breath. Only then did Jiang Chuang realize how tightly he’d been gripping his hand. “Sorry, sorry—it’s my fault, I was too anxious!” Jiang Chuang quickly loosened his hold and helped him sit up against the headboard. Just as he stood to leave, Wen Jue tugged at the corner of his robe. Looking down, he met Wen Jue’s lightless, hollow…- 166.6 K • Completed
- If not for the five characters on the exterior wall spelling out “Academy Art Museum,” anyone walking into this gray Bauhaus-style building would think they had entered a construction site. There was only one week left in the countdown to the opening of the graduation exhibition, but the remodeling of the display walls had just been completed. The freshly painted walls emitted a damp latex paint smell, electricians stood on ladders checking the light tracks, and janitors crouched on the floor…
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- Chapter 3 – My Husband Secretly Puts on Makeup Behind My Back Every Day! Knowing that Wen Jue couldn’t see, Jiang Chuang had him sleep on the outer side of the bed and ordered a small wooden table placed by the bedside with anything he might need if he woke in the night. Worried he might get scratched by the cabinet’s sharp corner, he laid a silk cloth over it and held it down temporarily with a tea set. He tied two pendants with beads at the head of the bed to act as “wind chimes”—the…
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- Chapter 5 – Returning to the Palace to Give Thanks, Fighting with the Dog Emperor But Wen Jue’s reputation as a fox spirit wasn’t for nothing—he quickly steadied his heart, the corners of his lips gently lifting. “Doing something you love with someone you love—even pain becomes joy.” Jiang Chuang couldn’t speak as poetically as him. He simply held him tighter and whispered by his ear, “I promise you, from now on, there will be no pain in this—only pleasure.” Wen Jue gave the…
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- The four of them rested for the afternoon. After dinner, Adolf came personally to escort them out of the prison gates. With a sarcastic smile, he said, “Good luck.” All Hunter Nights happened after dark. The shape of Mammon Island resembled an ancient Chinese ruyi scepter. The base of Mammon Mountain formed the "head," shaped like a lingzhi mushroom, while the forest below stretched out in a long, narrow strip with rolling hills and small slopes. The forest was filled with dense shrubs, tall…
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- On the eve of Thanksgiving, Mo Zimu earned himself a brief moment of phone privileges after screening a few adult films for the big shots in A Block. He dialed the number for his guardian in Austria. On the other end, there was sobbing even before any words were spoken. “My poor Seven…” “Glenna, dear, don’t cry. If you cry off your eyeliner, wouldn’t that be a shame?” Mo Zimu said with a smile. He did his best to hide in the deepest part of the library, sitting on a windowsill. The…
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- The next day, Mo Zimu realized something was off. It felt like he had become prey for every man in the block who had an appetite for male flesh. They looked at him with hungry eyes, like ravenous wolves ready to drag him into the shadows anytime, anywhere. By midday, he had already been sexually harassed several times. At one point, a prisoner even had the audacity to reach into his pants. Watching Mo Zimu dodge in embarrassment, Teabag chuckled. "Pretty boy, wanna hide in my arms?" Mo Zimu kept a…
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- Mo Zimu stood up, his gaze falling on the table below, where there was still a bottle of whiskey. He pointed at it and said, "I want this!" Ivan glanced at it and smiled. "You're underage, you can’t drink." "At my age, you probably shouldn’t be pinning me to the bed either." Ivan seemed to realize he was in the wrong. Scratching his brow, he said, "You're such a stubborn kid. Fine, just this once. But don’t let me catch you drunk again, or you’ll be in trouble." Mo Zimu grabbed the…
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“Ugh, seriously!” The man who had thrown Jiho to the ground grabbed his collar again, this time raising a fist—but didn’t actually strike. Maybe even he couldn’t bring himself to hit an S-rank guide. Instead, he just made a threatening show of it. At the same time, the man pinning Sena down raised his fist again. At this rate, she was going to get hit. ‘Danger!’ Somehow, Jiho—face pale with fear—sprang to his feet. But he didn’t try to grab the man’s arm again…- 289.6 K • Completed
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