CHAPTERS
They arrived to the first floor. But the elevator doors didn’t open. Zhou Langxing froze for a second and reached out to press the open button. The doors didn’t budge. “Huh?” Zhou Shurong raised his pale face. “Is this because of me?” Zhou Langxing kept his composure and pressed the open button again. Still nothing. Zhou Shurong said, “Ah, the elevator’s broken. Press the emergency alarm.” He withdrew from Zhou Langxing’s body—no need to make things worse at a time…- 132.6 K • Completed
- Qin Yan’s heart was beating. Thump—thump—thump— As long as he remained among the living, his heart would keep beating forever. Zhou Shurong leaned over his chest, a cold smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, his voice still husky and slow: “Your heart rate’s going up.” Zhou Langxing made an excellent soup. He had learned how to warm the water slowly, cooking the frog without it even realizing—Qin Yan had unknowingly started to like him. Zhou Shurong admitted it—he…
- 132.6 K • Completed
- When Zhou Langxing walked closer to Qin Yan, he caught a whiff of that fresh floral-fruity scent that comes after a shower—wrapped in damp heat, it rushed toward him, reckless and heady. Qin Yan had only just finished bathing. Droplets of water still clung to his warm skin, not yet fully dried. Zhou Langxing’s gaze flicked up—he caught sight of a droplet sliding slowly from Qin Yan’s ear, tracing the curve of his neck and down to his collarbone. His ears flushed red, and he quickly forced his…
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- If they were all ordinary people, Zhou Shurong could’ve just shoved the wailing child into Qin Yan’s arms to calm her down. He could’ve even fed her something. Or if he wanted to be cold, he could’ve simply tossed her outside and shut the door. If only—if only they weren’t ghosts. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. Qin Yan couldn’t see them. He couldn’t even touch them. And Zhou Shurong couldn’t pick up any of the incense either. Even if they threw the baby ghost…
- 132.6 K • Completed
- The people on the TV were laughing loudly. Upstairs, the couple dreaming of their son’s bright future were in the middle of a fight. The reason? They had found a love letter in their son’s schoolbag. They were shouting, throwing things, and the whole place was filled with the sound of crashing and banging. Zhou Shurong didn’t hear the middle schooler’s voice—probably standing there with his head down, silently enduring the scolding. Next door, someone was doing laundry, the washing machine…
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- Even ghosts bleed. The color and smell were so realistic that he almost thought he had come back to life. Zhou Shurong covered his ears, but it was useless. The sharp, piercing wails broke through his eardrums, swirling counterclockwise in his mind. Since regaining consciousness, he had expected that he might be injured by Taoist priests, monks, or shamans. But he never imagined that he would first fall victim to the cries of a baby ghost. The young parents were gently soothing their two crying…
- 132.6 K • Completed
Lu Zhengming was someone who couldn’t manage his sex life on his own. Once puberty ended, he stopped masturbating and slept around, repeating the same words with every partner. In his own words, when it came to sex, he had reached a state of detachment, where everyone was the same, just sex toys that happened to be warm and alive. Inevitably, this led to him hurting some people and being hurt by others, none of which ever left a mark on him. The black Land Cruiser circled the city walls, going…- 136.3 K • Ongoing
- On Sunday, Qin Yan received a notice in the group chat—this year’s Children’s Day would change format. Instead of the children performing on stage, it would be the teachers who would perform, and the children would act as judges. The teacher who received the most red flowers would be crowned the “Child Star” of the kindergarten. On the surface, the teachers in the group responded calmly, but once they moved to their smaller chat groups, complaints began to flow: The…
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- After finishing a cigarette, Zhou Langxing gathered the courage to call Qin Yan. The phone was quickly answered. Zhou Langxing didn’t need to adjust his tone. The moment he imagined the conversation being with Qin Yan, his emotions became more lively. His happiness was clear, and anyone familiar with him would easily notice. “Ah Yan!” That affectionate nickname… Zhou Shurong looked on coldly. Zhou Langxing felt the air around him grow colder, but his body was strong, so he…
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- Lu Zhengming didn’t just recognize the person in the painting, he recognized the painting itself. It was Yan Yan’s graduation piece, a self-portrait of her standing before an easel. Many parts of the painting had been altered by Yin Yan, especially the figure she had left unfinished, almost all of it had been completed by him. Lu Zhengming remembered that the original had a warm, classical brown tone, but now, not a single hint of warmth remained. The entire canvas was drowned in somber, oppressive…
- 136.3 K • Ongoing
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