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A black sedan that looked unusual at first glance was parked in front of his house. Beside it stood Goun’s familiar team of personal secretaries, and upon spotting Suho, they lowered their heads in greeting. “Good evening, Mr. Suho.” “Ah... yes.” “We’ll escort you by car. Please come this way.” The man standing near the door stepped aside as he spoke. Finding the gesture unnecessarily formal, Suho nodded a few times and shuffled forward with creaking steps. When his unfamiliar…- 37.2 K • Ongoing
- "Suho-ya." A voice, tinged with the scent of unripe fruit, brushed against his ear. Despite the timid yet brave boy calling out to him, Suho didn’t even glance his way and, as always, kept his gaze fixed out the window. "Suho-ya, you said you had something to say. Why won’t you look at me?" The boy, discouraged by the continued indifference, shrank back. Even when he whimpered like a puppy caught in the rain, or moved closer toward the window where Suho was staring out, nothing he did managed…
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A corner of Lu Zhengming’s studio workspace had been transformed into a miniature stage. Red velvet draped across easels of varying heights, while a plaster Roman column stood bathed in the warmth of a spotlight. The hues of Rubens, the lighting of Rembrandt, all reflected in a floor-length mirror framed in ornate, classical detailing, creating the illusion of stepping into a Baroque oil painting hanging within the Louvre or the Met Museum. On a nearby table, also covered in red fabric, an open…- 136.3 K • Ongoing
- Collaborating with Yin Yan was something even Lu Zhengming found absurd. Not to mention that their languages were from two completely different systems. Yin Yan was a classical realist, while he was an abstract expressionist. The materials they used for painting were also vastly different. For example, the factory-made canvases with a primed base that Lu Zhengming commonly used, Yin Yan wouldn’t even glance at, while the hand-layered and hand-polished canvas base that Yin Yan worked on, Lu Zhengming…
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- “Why do you want to play such a grim and bitter game?” Yin Yan sat up, one hand stroking Lu Zhengming’s neck. He looked gentle and sincere, but Lu Zhengming knew that expression didn’t belong in this situation. It was the look Yin Yan wore in classrooms, in front of a canvas, when facing nervous students. Lu Zhengming silently watched him. Before long, that thin layer of tenderness began to erode, revealing the coldness underneath. “Lu Zhengming, are your hookups not satisfying you? Or…
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- “What are you after?” Lu Zhenming’s face carried a hint of relaxed fatigue. After putting on his pants, he helped Yin Yan to the lounge chair and sat down on the edge himself. Yin Yan didn’t answer. He wiped off the paint on Lu Zhenming’s chest with his fingers, brought it up to his nose, sniffed it, and squinted his eyes in amusement. “Did you make this yourself?” Lu Zhenming’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, teased by the gesture, but he kept his composure and casually replied,…
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- “Do you want to?” Yin Yan leaned in, his face close to Lu Zhengming’s. He hesitated, then cautiously stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked the corner of Lu Zhengming’s mouth. Shame burned through him. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at Lu Zhengming’s face. “Do you… want to…” His voice was faint. Dogs couldn’t speak human language. To be a proper dog, he couldn’t use words like this. He should bark, like a real dog. But… That was a line he couldn’t…
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- Lu Zhengming really knew how to tempt a man. Yin Yan’s desire was instantly stirred, though he feigned restraint. “First time at your place. Isn’t it a bit inappropriate?” Lu Zhengming gave him a mocking look, pulled out his keys to open the door, then yanked him inside and bit his lips. There was a smell in the air, both unfamiliar and familiar. The kind found in many old homes. Smoke from cooking, human scent, cleaning products, and other hard-to-name traces that had soaked into the…
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When he woke up, Zhou Langxing lay on the dark bed, staring at the ceiling, his eyes unmoving. That dream had been far too vivid. The conversations still echoed by his ears. As though passed through an amplifier with enhancement abilities, repeating over and over, deepening the temptation. Zhou Langxing’s Adam’s apple bobbed; beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He was struggling, resisting. He couldn’t resist. In the end, he fell at the enemy’s feet. Zhou Langxing made up his…- 132.6 K • Completed
- Lu Zhengming spent the last few days of class in a constant state of unease. He deeply regretted going on the field trip. After everything that had happened to Yin Yan, how could he have left him alone like that? Even if he was off the medication and seemed much better than before, acting normal at school, none of that could prove he was truly alright. It might just be a façade. Or maybe, while he was away, Ma Pingchuan had said something to him? Yin Yan was not the kind of person who would resign.…
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