CHAPTERS
Breakfast was noodles—simple, with at most a spoonful of chili sauce. Qin Yan ate without lifting his head, his expression unchanged, unaware of the taste. Zhou Shurong sat beside him, his hips not touching the chair—oh, he was floating. “No vegetables, no egg, not even a handful of scallions. What happened to your usual rituals?” Qin Yan didn’t respond, continuing to eat, spooning up noodles bite by bite. Once finished, he wiped his mouth, drank the soup, and carried the bowl toward the…- 132.6 K • Completed
“Lu Zhengming, you’re such a… pervert.” Yin Yan’s words were slightly slurred, his tongue sore, making him wary of speaking too forcefully. He desperately wanted to forget last night’s absurdity, but the sting on his split lower lip, reopened by his pursed lips dodging the razor, made sure to remind him. They had spent almost the entire night kissing. Lu Zhengming had insisted he be the “active” one. Yin Yan tried every possible style, yet nothing met his standards. He…- 136.3 K • Ongoing
- “Really annoying.” A cold, faint sigh drifted through the air. The room was dark, with only a sliver of moonlight offering a reluctant glow. Whether standing or sleeping, it was impossible to discern the faces of anyone. Zhou Shurong was a newly born ghost, muddled in the first few days, acting entirely on instinct. Now, as the seventh day arrived, his awareness returned, but he found his lover crying so pitifully in his brother’s arms, and his heart felt extremely complicated. He…
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- Lu Zhengming was confused. Yin Yan hadn’t been unable to enjoy it like he claimed, nor was he completely unresponsive. That half-hearted resistance of his only made him even more enticing. So when he saw Yin Yan curled up in the corner of the bed, vulnerable in a way completely unlike his usual self, he was genuinely surprised. Gently, he placed a hand on Yin Yan’s shoulder, trying to start some casual conversation to break the tension. But Yin Yan turned over abruptly, as if trying to escape,…
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- Zhou Langxing laid the truth before him, leaving no room for refusal. Qin Yan cried while choking on his words. “Why did he lie to me?” “A person with mental issues can’t think in a normal way.” “I shouldn’t have gone in there!” “It wasn’t your fault.” “It doesn’t matter that he lied to me. But I stayed up all night, and now it’s so late, I have to work tomorrow. I won’t be able to get up, I’ll be late!” “What work? I’ll call in sick for you…
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- Lu Zhengming didn’t attend the graduation exhibition, and he was absent from the department’s group photo as well. He shut himself inside his studio, painting day and night for several days. His body was exhausted, but his mind felt light. He felt freer than ever before. As he had anticipated, his new piece was a success. Lu Zhengming opened the refrigerator, looking for a can of beer to celebrate, only to find a few bottles of mineral water. He searched the entire studio but couldn’t locate…
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- Back at the poorly soundproofed little house, Qin Yan quietly moved around the kitchen, making ginger tea. Soon, he brought it out. Before the tea even reached his stomach, Zhou Langxing already felt a rush of spicy heat flooding his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to pinch his nose shut, press his lips together, and clench his teeth. “Do I really have to drink this?” He hated ginger more than anything. “To ward off the chill,” Qin Yan replied simply. His gaze was soft as it fell on…
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- Yin Yan’s face and mind were completely disconnected. His heart was in turmoil, yet his face remained calm and genial. “You know Lu Zhengming’s temper. I’ll talk to him. It’ll be fine.” “It’s not your fault. I never intended to let him leave from the beginning,” Liu Leshan said, shaking his head. “Their studio doesn’t get much work done. How could I possibly let him go? I originally wanted to grind him down for a while, and once he mellowed out, give him an opportunity. But now…
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- Qin Yan hadn’t eaten, hadn’t drunk anything. He simply kept his eyes glued to the clock on the wall. Half an hour remained until midnight. Only one lamp in the room was lit, casting a yellow glow. Suddenly, a knock came at the door, followed by a voice: “Your food delivery’s here!” Qin Yan blinked. After staring at the dim wall for so long, his eyes had gone fuzzy. He looked toward the honey-colored wooden door and said to the person outside, “I didn’t order anything. You must…
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- That kiss was intense it left Lu Zhengming completely blank, like his mind had short-circuited. When he finally broke away from Yin Yan’s face, panting heavily, he realized that Yin Yan was still calm, as if he’d never been invested in the kiss and had merely been observing his reactions the entire time. Only then did Lu Zhengming notice that their positions had reversed once again. Yin Yan was sitting on top, while he knelt on one knee between his legs, shifting from being kissed to seeking the…
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