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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…- 132.6 K • Completed
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,…- 136.3 K • Ongoing
- 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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- 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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- If not for the five characters on the exterior wall spelling out “Academy Art Museum,” anyone walking into this gray Bauhaus-style building would think they had entered a construction site. There was only one week left in the countdown to the opening of the graduation exhibition, but the remodeling of the display walls had just been completed. The freshly painted walls emitted a damp latex paint smell, electricians stood on ladders checking the light tracks, and janitors crouched on the floor…
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- Yin Yan had deep-set eyes. His upper eyelids always seemed too heavy for his lashes, half-drooping in a way that made him look perpetually tired, like someone who had long since grown disillusioned with the world. Even when he was aroused, that expression never change. Like now. His hands were bound above his head, his upper body was bare, leaning against a Roman Doric-style plaster column. A white cloth draped loosely around his waist as he imagined himself as Saint Sebastian in martyrdom. A…
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- Chapter 1 – Freshman It had been nearly a month since the start of the university term. Lying sprawled on the sofa in his rented apartment, He Jiang lazily lifted his eyes toward the glowing screen of his laptop. It was a factory-stock Alienware, something he bought when the semester began to make gaming more convenient. But as expected, he was not cut out for long gaming sessions. The single-player titles he had downloaded were all cleared in no time. Once he cleared them, they no longer held his…
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