Stop Pretending, Brother

○ Younger wolfdog pursuer x artistic beauty

He kept repeating his mistakes and never learned his lesson. Ji Yan was sent by his older brother to be disciplined by a university professor friend.

In the middle of the night, after getting enough sleep, Ji Yan kicked the door open, ready to leave.

The moonlight was cool. A strange young man sat barefoot in the living room. At the sound, he turned to look at Ji Yan, his strikingly beautiful features bathed in silver light.

He waved the paintbrush in his hand. "Hello. Can I paint you?"

Ji Yan paused, then kept walking toward the door.

The voice behind him continued, "Completely naked."

Ji Yan stopped in his tracks.

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At a bar, they were playing truth or dare. Someone asked, "What kind of person does Teacher Xiao Wen like, anyway?"

Wen Zhiyan replied, "Someone well-behaved."

They asked again, "What kind of well-behaved, exactly?"

A friend in the know glanced up and summed it up based on someone onstage:

More or less... tattoos covering one arm, able to take on three people at once. Two-time motorcycle racing champion, and there's no one in the South District nightlife scene who hasn't heard of him.

Everyone at the table stared blankly. "That's... well-behaved? Hahaha, you're joking, right?"

Wen Zhiyan smiled to himself and said nothing.

Someone draped an arm over Wen Zhiyan's shoulder, ready to keep gossiping.

The lead singer onstage cut the microphone and strode over.

A tattooed arm swept the hand off Wen Zhiyan's shoulder. His overly handsome features carried a natural edge of menace. He leaned down beside Wen Zhiyan and murmured, lips pursed, "What else do you want to hear? I'll sing it for you."

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All their friends thought the university professor who'd taken Ji Yan in had drawn the shortest straw and was doomed.

But they watched in disbelief as Ji Yan quit smoking and drinking, stopped coming home late, and suddenly halted a fight halfway through, picked up his guitar, and stood quietly to the side.

He wiped his hand clean on his clothes, then took the hand of the person who had just walked over. "They fell by accident. I... was just about to help them up."

Everyone: ... Stop pretending, man. That's so fake.

Yet Wen Zhiyan glanced calmly at the people sprawled on the ground, clearly beaten senseless, and reached up to ruffle Ji Yan's hair.

"A-Yan is the best-behaved."

Everyone: (°Д°)???

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Theme: Cherish yourself, and love others as well as yourself.