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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…- 132.6 K • Completed
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
- Qin Yan borrowed a folding ladder, changed the light bulb by himself, and when he turned on the switch, it lit up like a small sun. Zhou Shurong instinctively raised his arm to shield his eyes from the light. The light wasn’t harmful to him, but he lowered his hand in loneliness—actually, it would be better to install an energy-saving light in the kitchen. The light is white, bright, and illuminates everything clearly. At around 3 p.m., Qin Yan began preparing dinner. “Take a break and watch…
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- Lu Zhengming recalled the collaboration Yin Yan had mentioned before. Back then, he had found it ridiculous, but now, he thought, maybe it wasn’t entirely out of the question. Yin Yan remained noncommittal and instead asked, “Do you think we can actually work together?” Lu Zhengming admitted, “Yeah, we’re not exactly on the same wavelength.” Yin Yan reached down, grasping him lightly. “Stop using this to think.” “I feel like that was unnecessary.” Lu Zhengming pried his hand…
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- 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…
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- “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…
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- “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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