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The final snowfall of the year lingered all the way until New Year’s Eve. Zhou Lu had been calling since morning, urging them to come home. Wen Zhongyi was getting dressed when Meng Chuan answered the phone, saying, “Right away, right away, we’re just finishing up.” When he hung up, Wen Zhongyi spoke up. “Zip me up.” There was a small zipper at the back of his collar. When zipped, the collar stood upright, leaving only a sliver of his pale, slender jawline visible—it made him look…- 144.9 K • Completed
- Meng Chuan had hit his head hard, and he felt dazed all the way until dinnertime. Worried he might have done real damage, Wen Zhongyi said, “Maybe you should get checked at the hospital. I read online that hitting the back of the head can cause internal bleeding in the skull.” “It’s not that bad,” Meng Chuan replied. “I’ll be fine after a night’s sleep.” He did seem mostly fine. After dinner, he even insisted on doing the dishes himself—refusing any help from Wen…
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- Meng Chuan sulked for the entire day, only daring to say heartfelt things when Wen Zhongyi was asleep—like a pitiful little puppy full of grievance. Wen Zhongyi’s eyelashes trembled ever so slightly. The spot on the back of his hand where Meng Chuan had kissed still felt warm. He wanted to lift his hand to pat Meng Chuan’s head, but the moment his fingers twitched, Meng Chuan held his breath and shrank back slightly. Wen Zhongyi had no doubt that if he opened his eyes the next second, Meng…
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- “Why?” Meng Chuan looked like he hadn’t expected rejection. He froze for a moment, his expression shifting slightly. He lowered his voice and asked, “Did I do something wrong? Am I worse than the person I was before?” “No,” Wen Zhongyi avoided his gaze. “Then why can’t you accept me?” Meng Chuan stared at him. “Is it because I said or did something wrong before?” “It’s not because of that.” Wen Zhongyi frowned slightly. “Get up first.” But Meng Chuan stayed…
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- On the way there, Wen Zhongyi was visibly uneasy. He couldn’t help but ask, “Should we buy something first? Is it rude to show up empty-handed?” “No need,” Meng Chuan waved a hand casually. “They don’t lack anything—except a daughter-in-law and a grandchild.” Wen Zhongyi opened his mouth, wanting to say more, but then caught sight of the scratch on Meng Chuan’s ear. “What happened to your ear?” He had been so preoccupied with the nerves of meeting his in-laws that he…
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- After Zhou Lu left, Wen Zhongyi found it hard to settle down. He couldn’t fully concentrate on his workbook, absentmindedly clicking his pen over and over. It was clear that Meng Chuan hadn’t told his parents about their relationship yet. After all, it wasn’t an easy thing to explain. Maybe Meng Chuan wasn’t ready, or maybe he was—but just hadn’t gotten around to it. Whatever the reason, Wen Zhongyi could understand. He thought Zhou Lu hadn’t noticed anything unusual, but once…
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- Just as Wen Zhongyi finished his shower, turned off the lights, and was about to close his eyes and sleep— Meng Chuan called him for a video chat. Wen Zhongyi turned over and sat up, switched on the bedside lamp, and leaned against the headboard as he answered the call. The screen lagged for a second before Meng Chuan’s face appeared. Unlike the dim lighting on Wen Zhongyi’s end, Meng Chuan’s room was brightly lit. He was shirtless, sitting on the hotel bed with a laptop on his legs,…
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- After Meng Chuan left, the house felt much emptier. Wen Zhongyi had dinner alone, then leaned against the sofa watching TV for a while. Only a floor lamp was on in the living room, and the television was playing a documentary he liked. He leaned against a cushion, gently rubbing his hand over his lower abdomen, but for some reason, he couldn’t find any interest in it. The noise from the TV started to feel irritating. Wen Zhongyi picked up the remote and turned it off. Before Meng Chuan had…
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- The bedroom curtains were drawn, and no lights were on—only a faint glow filtered in from the living room. Meng Chuan had turned Wen Zhongyi’s wardrobe into a mess. Clothes were scattered all over the bed, and like a bird building its nest, he had piled them up into a makeshift den for himself. Shirtless, he curled up in the heap of Wen Zhongyi’s clothes, the muscles on his back sharply defined. The room was thick with the mingled scent of pheromones. Wen Zhongyi even noticed a pair of clean…
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- Thanks to Meng Chuan’s care, Wen Zhongyi didn’t find this snowstorm particularly hard to endure. He spent his days at home reading books, doing exercises, watering the plants, and occasionally, when the mood struck him, standing by the window to watch the heavy snow outside. Meng Chuan, on the other hand, was out early and back late every day. He had many things to deal with. Although Wen Zhongyi never pried into his work, he could always catch bits and pieces through financial news…
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