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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…- 144.9 K • Completed
- 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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- When Meng Chuan pushed the door open, the call on Wen Zhongyi’s phone hadn’t ended yet. With his long legs, he stepped around the tables and chairs, walked straight to Wen Zhongyi’s side, locked eyes with him first, then cast a blank glance at Jiang Ye sitting across the table. Jiang Ye set down his chopsticks and looked at him with a faint, amused smile. Meng Chuan found his face familiar at first glance but couldn’t recall where he’d seen him, so he ignored him and looked down at Wen…
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- The ointment was a little cool. Wen Zhongyi first applied a thin layer to his back, then dampened a piece of gauze and carefully pressed it against Meng Chuan’s skin. With his back turned, Meng Chuan could only feel Wen Zhongyi’s fingers moving across his skin. His fingertips were calloused, and every touch brought a faint itch. “All done,” Wen Zhongyi straightened and told him. “Stay like that for a bit and let it dry.” “Okay,” Meng Chuan obediently stayed in position, not moving…
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- For a moment, Meng Chuan thought Wen Zhongyi had seen right through what he’d just been thinking. His heart started to race, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. But though he was flustered inside, his face stayed calm. “Nothing, I just wanted to tell you there’s something on the corner of your mouth.” Wen Zhongyi lifted a hand and wiped the corner of his mouth. His knuckles came back slightly damp. He raised his chin slightly and asked, “Now?” Meng Chuan’s eyes dropped to his lips…
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- By the time the police arrived, Meng Chuan had already gotten up from the ground and hauled the half-conscious men into a line against the wall, ordering them to squat down with their hands over their heads. The officers paused in surprise at the sight, then chuckled. “Well, they’re pretty cooperative.” The police car stopped at the entrance of the alley, and the red and blue lights reflected off Wen Zhongyi’s face. Meng Chuan looked over and finally noticed how pale he looked. “You…
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