Along with the address, Richard also sent a voice message. Jiang Cenglan tapped to listen, only to hear Li Que’s voice telling him where the car keys were, and suggesting he pick one of the brighter-colored ones since the weather was nice today. Jiang Cenglan replied with a cute sticker, but didn’t actually plan to drive… Continue reading

Throughout Li Que’s entire account, Jiang Cenglan hadn’t interrupted once. He was a good listener, just like that time when he’d opened up to Li Que about being cheated on, and Li Que had quietly listened all the way through. In some ways, they were similar. And in intimate relationships, their roles… It should have… Continue reading

Jiang Cenglan had no idea how things had ended up like that. He stood in the minimalist, Zen-style guest bathroom, rinsing his mouth with a disposable paper cup. When he looked in the mirror and saw the flush on his cheeks, he felt for a moment as if the world had become unreal. Li Que… Continue reading

“Stop. Inhale.” “Now hold your breath… Can you hear me? Good. Very good.” “Now exhale. Try to breathe normally.” An asthma attack was always a sorry sight. Jiang Cenglan had long since lost track of which episode had him wheezing like bellows or hacking so hard that tears, snot, and phlegm flew in all directions.… Continue reading

Jiang Cenglan sat through a lingerie show hot enough to rival Victoria’s Secret, shifting the entire time. As a fashion designer, he really shouldn’t have been reacting that way, but throughout the entire show, even though he sat up perfectly straight, there was always a pair of eyes next to him not watching the models,… Continue reading

“Are girls born knowing magic or something?” Jiang Cenglan looked at his reflection in the mirror. On his face, nothing had actually changed, yet his features looked several levels more refined, making him want to touch his cheek in disbelief. Then his hand was promptly smacked away. His senior sister stood with her hands on… Continue reading

Jiang Cenglan didn’t get up until noon. As soon as he turned on his mobile phone, he was stunned by a transfer record. After staring at the exaggerated string of zeros for a long time, he finally decided to click on the voice message that was only ten seconds long.  “Good morning, Xiao Yun. Here’s… Continue reading

By the time Jiang Cenglan returned to his rented apartment in Manhattan, it was already eleven o’clock in the evening. Surprisingly, it was one of the odd days when his flatmate didn’t go outside and, as soon as Jiang Cenglan opened the door, he shouted and hugged him, pinching his shoulders and looking him up… Continue reading

“You are?” Receiving a stranger’s visit made Li Que shrug his shoulders in surprise, causing the collar of his nightgown to slip just a little wider. His face was still calm, with no trace of annoyance, and it seemed that not even appearing in public half-naked was enough to faze him. Jiang Cenglan stared blankly… Continue reading

Jiang Cenglan was sure his boyfriend was cheating on him. The reason was the overwhelming amount of evidence he had gathered for a long time, and had just dragged on until today to properly face. He had been dating his boyfriend, Zhang Ruien, for two years, one of which they spent together in China and the other in the United States. After countless nights… Continue reading