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Meng Chuan hadn’t expected such a big reaction. He froze for a second, then blinked and said, “I just saw there was a bump on your neck—it looks a lot like the one on mine.” Wen Zhongyi stood up with the milk in hand, glaring at him with a cold expression that looked like he wanted to tear Meng Chuan apart. Lately, due to the lack of alpha pheromone comfort, his gland had already been hypersensitive. Meng Chuan’s touch triggered an uncontrollable surge of pheromones, and an odd, subtle heat…- 144.9 K • Completed
- Fifteen minutes later, a silver sports car roared up and came to a neat stop right in front of Wen Zhongyi. Meng Chuan unbuckled his seatbelt and got out, pulling his coat tighter as he walked around to the other side. Backlit by the streetlights, his figure looked especially tall. “Do you know how jammed the roads are at this hour? You have to wait forever at every red light. It’s only because my car looks intimidating enough that no one dares cut me off. Otherwise, you’d still be standing…
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- Wen Zhongyi stayed crouched on the ground for a long time before slowly standing up. “Feeling better?” Meng Chuan reached out to steady him. His hand touched Wen Zhongyi’s cold fingers—he was clearly freezing, trembling uncontrollably. “Tissue,” Wen Zhongyi said hoarsely. Meng Chuan pulled a tissue from his pocket and handed it over. Wen Zhongyi looked incredibly pale, with reddened eyes and nose, like he’d just cried. For some reason, a strange ache welled up in Meng Chuan’s…
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- After an autumn rain, the air turned noticeably chillier. Wen Zhongyi had just recovered from a cold. Wrapped in a cheap overcoat from the wholesale market, half his face was hidden by the high collar of his sweater. The rough fabric had rubbed his skin red. The university campus here was much larger than he’d imagined. Back in Sanka, he had attended a military academy. There were no ornamental rocks or lakes there—only dust-choked training grounds. He hadn’t walked far when the…
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- “It’s just an old book the store didn’t want. The owner gave it to me,” Wen Zhongyi quickly offered a reasonable explanation. Yang Jiaran frowned in confusion. “But why are you taking it so seriously? You even made notes.” Wen Zhongyi walked over and calmly took the book from his hands. “I was bored. Had nothing to do, so I flipped through a few pages. You still want these skewers? If not, I’ll clean up.” “Ah…” Yang Jiaran glanced at the cover showing a heavily pregnant…
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- One dish after another was brought to the table. Wen Zhongyi nodded politely to the waiter in thanks. Meng Chuan glanced at the spread and smirked. “You like chestnut pastries?” Wen Zhongyi had only ordered one serving of everything else, but two of the chestnut pastries. He nodded slightly and reached out to take a piece. “The ones here are pretty famous, though they’re a bit sweet.” Meng Chuan watched him take a small bite and asked, “Good?” Wen Zhongyi chewed slowly. His…
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- That evening, Yang Jiaran had no classes and nothing else going on, so he stayed at the motel to chat with Wen Zhongyi for a while. “Are you married?” Yang Jiaran finally asked the question he’d been curious about, glancing at the ring on Wen Zhongyi’s finger. Wen Zhongyi sat leaning against a pillow. He looked silently at the ring and said, “Yes.” Yang Jiaran blinked, intrigued. “So where’s your spouse? Why aren’t they getting in touch with you?” Wen Zhongyi lowered his…
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- A few days ago, Wen Zhongyi picked up a part-time job at a bookstore. The owner was kind and, after hearing about his situation, paid him half a month’s wages in advance. Wen Zhongyi first paid Yang Jiaran back, then went to the second-hand market and bought a cheap phone. Yang Jiaran gave him an extra SIM card he wasn’t using. The phone was old and kept blacking out, but at least it still worked. Wen Zhongyi only downloaded a few basic apps, and his contacts list had only one person—Yang…
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- In a quiet alley on the outskirts of the city, a withered plane tree leaf drifted down slowly. A man was lying on the ground. It was the cusp of autumn and winter, and fallen leaves had formed a thin layer over him. No one knew how much time had passed before his curled fingers twitched slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. The impact from the car crash still left him dizzy, but the sharp pain of his body being crushed and torn had faded. Wen Zhongyi instinctively touched his…
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- In the suffocatingly tense surveillance room, everyone was as silent as cicadas in winter. Wen Zhongyi stared motionlessly at the monitor, the flickering light and shadows reflected deep in his pupils, betraying no emotion. When the progress bar reached the end yet again, Wen Zhongyi finally released his grip on the mouse. —He had already reviewed these surveillance videos over thirty times. Upon closer inspection, his fingertips had lost all color, appearing pale and icy. He leaned back…
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