Swaying, swaying… Like drifting in a gentle lake of warmth, every wrinkle in his soul was smoothed out. When Jiang Chenglan woke up, for a moment, he couldn’t tell where he was. “Sleep well?” Li Que asked. “Sit up when you wake. There’s an iced Americano in the cup holder.” Jiang Chenglan stared blankly at the car’s ceiling… Continue reading

At five-thirty in the morning, in New York, Jiang Cenglan realized Li Que’s wicked scheme. His breathing gradually slowed, no longer blending with the sound of rain outside. Watching the dim, bluish morning light seep into the room, Jiang Cenglan realized dawn was coming. His body was completely drained, but his mind was still buzzing. He… Continue reading

Jiang Cenglan was completely subdued by Li Que. He really was too young. Too green, too naive. His ability to read people was far from mature, and he had clearly underestimated Li Que’s mastery of… adult entertainment. Because after raiding the nightstand, Li Que opened the wardrobe next and dragged out, from its very bottom, an entire storage box filled… Continue reading

“Li Que, if you sleep with me first, I promise…” Jiang Cenglan pretended to deliberate for a moment, as if he were making some tremendous sacrifice, then declared with tragic resolve, “Even if things fall apart between us, I won’t flush you down the toilet, unfollow you, or drag you on my way out.” Li… Continue reading

A very deliberate, not-at-all-concealed cough cut off their conversation. They both turned their heads back at the same time, only to see Pei Zi coming out of the bedroom. Li Que noticed that his hands were dripping with water, thinking that he must have just washed the blood off in the bathroom. At the moment,… Continue reading

When Pei Zi arrived, Jiang Cenglan had just dug out a charger and plugged in his phone. As he waited through the eternal boot-up time of an old Apple device, someone pounded heavily on the door. The noise startled him, who had been crouching by the nightstand. Jiang Cenglan rushed to open the door, and there… Continue reading

Jiang Cenglan fell silent. In the pitch-black night, he leaned back against the railing, his soft chestnut hair tousled by the wind from the high-rise, falling over his fine features. The young man, usually smiling and ever-so-gentle, now had eyes that were icy cold. Chilling, even sinister. Zhang Ruien, who had been lounging casually against the… Continue reading

Close to midnight, Jiang Cenglan’s phone suddenly began ringing madly, startling both him, who had been playing games, and Zhang Ruien, who had been busy plagiarizing. Jiang Cenglan nearly flung his Switch across the room, consumed by panic. He glanced at the caller ID, swallowed hard, and stepped out onto the balcony to answer. On… Continue reading

Li Que smelled a faint fragrance lingering on his husband’s body. It wasn’t the men’s cologne Zhang Ruien usually wore, but rather a light, airy scent, like a rose on the verge of blooming, carrying the freshness of water vapor. But hidden beneath layers of strong perfume as it was, one had to pay very… Continue reading

Bad news always came in pairs, so soon enough, Li Que’s reputation was also at risk. It wasn’t enough that his husband was a cheater, but even those around him weren’t clean either. Suddenly, gossip broke from the bodybuilding circle: a famous fitness YouTuber, in preparation for a competition, injected himself with steroids eight times in a single day.… Continue reading