Qin Xin’s first instinct was to protect his comfort object. The rolled-up black T-shirt lay quietly beside his pillow, having brought him a full night of peace and reassurance. “What did you say?” Qin Xin had just woken up, his mind still foggy. Fang Feiyu sprawled beside him, wailing dramatically. “Look, look! This one right here!”… Continue reading

“You still remember I’m your brother?!” This was the first time Lin Fanxing had ever laid a hand on his younger brother. There was resentment carried over from his previous life, and disappointment born from this one. His fist landed squarely on Xiaoxing’s cheekbone. Rage seemed to tear through his very organs, as though he… Continue reading

Once again seated on the motorcycle, Lin Fanxing now had an identical helmet. “Wait, wait, your drink, I’ll hold it for you.” Lin Fanxing didn’t forget to grab the beverage. “Then how are you supposed to hug me?” Qin Xin now felt the drink was in the way… He should’ve finished it earlier. “Hehe, I’ll… Continue reading

“Just a friend. I’ll handle it first,” Lin Fanxing blurted out. You still have the nerve to message me, you bastard? If you hadn’t, I’d have almost forgotten we were still in that ambiguous phase right now! So he took his phone into the kitchen, and the calm he had just regained was shattered again… Continue reading

When he left home, Qin Xin opened the delivery app, and over there, the order had just been marked as received. It would be great if he could stay in constant contact with Lin Fanxing… Once that thought formed, it became impossible to control. Qin Xin realized his patience threshold was hanging by a thread.… Continue reading

In Qin Xin’s memories, his mother’s room always had the curtains drawn. It was as if she feared the light. “Mother.” As though nothing had happened, Qin Xin placed the glass ashtray back onto her vanity table. Qiao Lian stood with her back to her son, but even just the silhouette of her figure in… Continue reading

What kind of blessed life was this? Lin Fanxing finally believed that fate had stopped screwing him over this time. His benefactor’s fever had finally gone down, and after resting for a while, he started ordering takeout. Lin Fanxing’s stomach had long since gone empty, yet he still sat cross-legged by the sofa, fully embracing… Continue reading

Lin Fanxing’s fingers were hot, just like the rest of his body. Warm. But at the same time, it was a kind of warmth Qin Xin had never been familiar with. He immediately leaned back slightly, warily guessing what that gesture meant. For the Qin Xin of the past, physical contact had only ever served… Continue reading

T.N: Disclaimer: This chapter contains mentions of child and animal abuse. Animal death. Violence towards minors. Mental illness, Munchausen by proxy, most likely. So hot. Qin Xin rarely felt heat. From a young age, his parents made him take cold showers, swim in winter, and do morning exercises in shorts and a T-shirt even in… Continue reading

Lin Fanxing forgot about his own injuries and immediately reached out to catch him. But the stranger was taller than him, and clearly already unconscious as he collapsed. Catching him was anything but easy; instead, the weight dragged Lin Fanxing down with him. Instinctively, Lin Fanxing staggered forward to brace himself, barely preventing the two… Continue reading