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Lu Zhengming was becoming more and more certain that ever since he returned from Beijing, everything had been improving, gradually shifting toward his ideal. Yin Yan’s attitude toward him had changed significantly, transforming from distant indifference to something warmer, more inviting, and active, yet measured just right. More importantly, Yin Yan allowed him into his life. Not just by giving him a place to sleep at his house, but by granting him permission to make changes within it, as if Lu…- 136.3 K • Ongoing
Zhou Langxing had originally planned to ask his family’s private doctor to recommend a psychiatrist, but on second thought, if his father found out and misunderstood that Qin Yan had mental problems, that wouldn’t be good. After pondering a bit, he sent a message in his friends’ group chat, asking them to keep an eye out and added a note: “The reward is generous.” Sometimes he did wonder if constantly throwing money at things was bad, but since he wasn’t short on cash and some of his…- 132.6 K • Completed
- The last time Lu Zhengming opened Foucault’s works, he was still writing his graduation thesis. Back then, his research on Foucault focused on aesthetics. Now he sat on the floor with The History of Sexuality spread open on his knees, surrounded by piles of materials he had gradually collected. Psychology, sociology, even novels and scripts, all centered around a strange and unfamiliar realm. BDSM. He had known Yin Yan for over ten years, yet this was the first time he had seen this other side of…
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- Lu Zhengming was an early sleeper and an early riser. He got out of bed quietly, washed up, and then returned to continue admiring Yin Yan’s sleeping face. Only when he was asleep would that face drop its guard, and even the shadows cast by his features softened, becoming gentler than usual. Lu Zhengming suppressed the urge to kiss him, patiently waiting for him to wake. “Zhengming…” Yin Yan’s eyes were hazy with sleep, and the first thing he saw was Lu Zhengming, looking fresh and full…
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- When they arrived at the old residential block, both rookies started getting nervous. Though it was called a “residential block,” that was an outdated term—these kinds of buildings, where each floor was densely packed with people, were now referred to online as “honeycomb apartments.” “Brother Wu, are we going in now?” the short-haired woman hid behind the man. The man pointed up at the sun with a teasing tone, “We don’t have to go in now. We can always wait till the sun goes down…
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- The distance from the plains to Beijing is over a thousand kilometers. By plane, it takes two hours, and by high-speed train, it’s just five hours. Even though it’s hard to get tickets during the Spring Festival rush, Lu Zhengming wasn’t someone who couldn’t manage it, but he still chose to drive himself. At times like this, his rugged off-road vehicle, which hadn’t yet crossed wild terrain, came in handy. It drove comfortably on the national highways. Yin Yan and he took turns driving, not…
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- “Pop!” The bottle cap of the soda twisted off with a soft sound. That historical drama was already on its second episode. He’d missed a bit of the plot. When Zhou Langxing asked if they should rewind, he said it didn’t matter. Zhou Langxing set down the remote, and casually remarked, “You were in there for so long. If I didn’t know you went to the kitchen, I’d have thought you fell into the toilet. I was even thinking whether I should go look for you.” Qin Yan ignored how lame the…
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- After returning from Yin Yan’s house, Lu Zhengming was like a fully charged battery. He dug out all the pending projects and got ready to put them into action. The custom-made specialty glass he had ordered from the manufacturer was finally completed and was being delivered to his studio in batches. He still remembered how the glass factory's engineer had voiced concerns about his request when he placed the order. Producing glass that was ultra-thin and highly transparent wasn’t difficult, and even…
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- The mist spread like a wash of color over a painting, its thin veil of white making everything seem unreal, stripped of authenticity. Even the heat of the water against his skin felt distant and vague. It should have been scalding. Yin Yan watched his skin redden, slowly confirming that the water was indeed hot, then turned the dial the other way. But no matter how high the temperature rose, he still felt cold. That layer of white mist didn’t feel like steam. It felt like frost. Before he could…
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- On this particular day, Qin Yan’s brain was completely overrun with joy—he kept breaking into random bursts of laughter for no apparent reason. At lunch, he’d barely swallowed his first bite before he burst out laughing and choked, needing to gulp down a whole glass of water. Zhou Shurong seemed exasperated. They had agreed to minimize the use of his power—it was deeply tied to his existence and couldn’t be used recklessly. Yet he broke his own rule not long after, forcefully writing four…
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