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Wen Zhongyi sat on the sofa. Meng Chuan went to pour him a cup of hot water, tested the temperature to make sure it was just right, and then handed it to him. “Drink some water first, soothe your throat.” Just moments ago at the bathroom door, the two of them had stood in a silent standoff for half a minute. Wen Zhongyi said nothing, and Meng Chuan refused to step aside—just stared at him, unwavering, until Wen Zhongyi’s expression began to waver. But the moment Wen Zhongyi uttered a few…- 144.9 K • Completed
- When Meng Chuan suggested they sleep in the same room so he could take care of him, Wen Zhongyi still refused. He was already used to sleeping alone. Even without Meng Chuan by his side, though his sleep might not be as sound as before, it was still fine. Wen Zhongyi had never been the kind of omega who was overly dependent on his partner’s pheromones. Besides, now that the two of them were living in the same house, the lingering traces of each other’s scent on their bodies were already enough…
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- That evening, since Wen Zhongyi was being picky and only wanted to eat food made by Meng Chuan, the two of them went out together, planning to buy groceries at the supermarket. “I can go by myself. You insisted on coming along. It’s so cold, you’ll catch a cold if you’re not careful.” Meng Chuan started the car and couldn’t help but grumble. Wen Zhongyi sat in the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt. “I haven’t stepped outside all day. I need some fresh air.” Meng Chuan…
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- Meng Chuan never imagined he’d experience something akin to a classroom pop quiz again. He felt like a student caught spacing out by the teacher, racking his brain and stumbling through his answer: “Um… no carrots, no scallions, ginger, or garlic, no leeks, spinach, or celery, no eggs unless they’re scrambled or steamed, no noodles that have been rinsed in cold water, no seafood with a strong fishy smell…” By the end, he completely blanked out, swallowed hard, and looked up at the…
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- Seeing that Wen Zhongyi had finished a glass of water, Meng Chuan got up and poured him another. “Colonel Wen, don’t stay thirsty,” Meng Chuan said with a beaming smile. There wasn’t the slightest trace of respect in the way he said the title, it sounded more like teasing. Wen Zhongyi gave a low snort through his nose. His fingers touched the cup, then quickly let go. He frowned slightly, barely noticeably, and said critically, “It’s a bit cold. Add some hot water.” Meng Chuan…
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- Meng Chuan took a deep breath, still hearing Wen Zhongyi’s words echoing in his mind. He realized he simply couldn’t comprehend the sentence. In a softer voice, he asked tentatively, “Are you joking with me?” “Joke your ass.” Wen Zhongyi, despite the pain, was as sharp-tongued as ever. “Believe it or not, just focus on driving.” Meng Chuan stepped on the gas and drove through the intersection. His palms were sweating on the steering wheel. He was barely holding it together, the car…
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- Wen Zhongyi was woken by a series of knocks on the door. The banging, mixed with the incessant ringing of the doorbell, dragged him out of a hazy sleep. By now, daylight was pouring in—the sun clearly high in the sky. The snowstorm had stopped, and bright sunlight filtered through the curtains. Wen Zhongyi squinted, lifted the blanket, and got out of bed. The moment his feet touched the floor, it felt strangely soft, as if he were stepping on cotton. His body swayed—only then did he realize…
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- Meng Chuan had a dream. In the dream, he was also running a fever, and he was alone in the room. Barefoot, he stood before the wardrobe like a porter, tirelessly emptying it trip by trip. All the clothes were piled onto the bed, forming a little nest for himself. Then he lay down in the heap of clothes, surrounded by the scent of roses. The fragrance temporarily soothed the craving and emptiness inside him. But it wasn’t enough. The searing heat still wouldn’t subside. Meng Chuan was…
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- It snowed lightly that Friday. The first snowfall of the winter arrived silently in the middle of the night. Due to the effects of pregnancy hormones, Wen Zhongyi had become increasingly drowsy. But the cold, damp weather made his knees ache terribly, and he couldn’t sleep well. He hadn’t stepped outside all day. In the afternoon, Yang Jiaran called to ask why he hadn’t gone to class. Yang Jiaran had a classmate in the architecture department who he got along with decently. Wen Zhongyi…
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- There was only one day left before the assignment deadline, and Yang Jiaran still had four midterm papers to submit. Calling them papers was a bit generous, they were more like short-answer questions written on answer sheets. Yang Jiaran had already prepared the digital drafts, but there was no way he could finish copying them all by himself, so he called Wen Zhongyi over to help. Yang Jiaran sent the documents to Wen Zhongyi’s phone, then handed over pen and paper with great reverence, saying,…
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