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Jiang Siheng wasn’t on the third floor. He was on the rooftop and taking a call from his manager. The rooftop had been converted by the production team into a small garden for relaxation. Jiang Siheng had turned off the mic hidden at his collar and was now lounging in a woven hanging chair. His fans in the livestream could still see him, but they couldn’t hear a word he said. Over the phone, his manager Zhou Ge was practically howling: “Do you even know what you just did?! Huh?! Are you trying…- 257.5 K • Completed
- In the past, whenever Wen Chi saw online discussions about how kissing someone you like is incredibly comfortable and addictive, he would just scoff. Just reading the words, he couldn’t fathom what was so pleasurable or addictive about it. Yet now, Wen Chi understood because he had experienced it himself. Jiang Siheng’s hands were firmly locked around Wen Chi’s waist. Even though they both knew that, in this spot, there was no chance anyone could see them, Wen Chi still tensed up, clutching Jiang…
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- The small milky-white pot was bubbling away. Wen Chi strolled lazily behind Jiang Siheng, glancing over at the man who was studying a supermarket-bought recipe as if it were some critical experiment. “Mr. Jiang, why don’t I take over?” Wen Chi asked tentatively. The man’s solemn expression didn’t match the act of cooking at all, and it made him uneasy. Jiang Siheng shot him a sidelong glance, catching the doubt and disbelief written all over his face. He chuckled in irritation and tapped…
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- Facing Jin Ge’s “my son has rebelled and broken my heart” look, Wen Chi braced himself and nodded. “Vegetarian.” “Straighten your tongue and talk to me properly.” Jin-ge instinctively glared at Wen Chi like he used to, then remembered Wen Chi was injured now. He gave a light cough and turned to Jiang Siheng. “Teacher Jiang, here’s the thing, Wen Chi’s injuries won’t heal any time soon. You’re so busy, you surely don’t have the time.” Jiang Siheng waited for Jin Ge to…
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- The quiet hospital room was filled with the tingling, ambiguous sound of water. Wen Chi was lifted into Jiang Siheng’s arms, their bodies pressed tightly together, feeling each other’s breath with absolute clarity. This was the closest they had ever been since they met. Wen Chi’s mind was blank. Everything that happened was led by Jiang Siheng. If he had the courage to open his eyes, he would have realized that throughout the entire kiss, Jiang Siheng had never once closed his eyes the way he…
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- No one knew when the boy had woken up. He was curled under the blanket with only his nose and eyes showing, lying on his side because of the injury on the back of his head. Wen Chi’s eyes curved when he saw Jiang Siheng looking at him. He looked completely carefree. Jiang Siheng was both annoyed and amused. He walked over, sat by the bed, reached out to lightly ruffle Wen Chi’s hair, then glanced at the hand with the IV drip and asked, “Does your head still hurt?” Wen Chi gave a small…
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- It had all happened far too suddenly. The man in a sharp suit, caught by the ankle by a girl, wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He turned his head and glanced down at the man sitting in a wheelchair beside him. “Mr. Huo?” Huo Yanting’s expression was cold. He looked at the girl who might have inspired pity in others, but only glanced away lightly, wheeling himself aside. He pulled out his phone and made a call, but after several rings, no one picked up. The man with glasses glanced at Huo…
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- The mood in the private room seemed to shift after that little incident. Seeing Wen Chi down his drink in one go, Chen Han and the others burst into hearty laughter. One man, with a protruding belly and three layers of double chin, grinned at the girl and said, “Xiao Qing, why don’t you give everyone a toast too?” At his words, Wen Chi frowned. Every bottle on the table was strong liquor, and he had just downed one glass himself. His throat and stomach felt as though they were on fire. He…
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- Qiao Congnan and Huo Yinshi left the next afternoon, and the little house that had been in an uproar over their visit yesterday instantly fell quiet. Wen Chi lounged comfortably on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, and sent a message to the two who had just landed. 【Wen Chi: So… why exactly am I doomed?】 【Qiao Congnan: Get lost】 【Huo Yinshi: Get lost】 Having ruthlessly won a few hundred yuan from them in poker last night, Wen Chi’s mood was completely unshaken by the…
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- Wen Chi didn’t have time to check his phone. He had just finished dinner with his close friends, and the last thing he expected was to run into fans on the street. Now he was surrounded by girls, and had no idea what to do with his hands and feet. Qiao Congnan and Huo Yinshi had already stepped aside to watch the show, snapping photos as they went. Qiao Congnan even said he would send the pictures to Wen Chi’s parents. “Xiao Chi, are you feeling better?” “When did you get back? We were…
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