[Cold-faced, washes-his-boyfriend’s-underwear devoted-dog top x avoidant, frail fox bottom]
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Song Yisheng ran into Pei Zhao beneath the bizarre, shifting lights of a bar.
That same sapphire stud he had given him when they broke up still dangled from his ear, its glimmer reflected in his now-cold eyes.
Amid the crashing waves of sound, Song Yisheng watched his lips move.
What was he saying? He couldn’t hear.
Under the combined influence of alcohol and drugs,
he yanked the silk tie from around the other man’s neck, rose onto his toes, and let himself fall into this hard-won dream-
only to flee in the early morning light.
Half a month later,
a sudden injury landed him in the hospital. Pei Zhao burst into his room at two in the morning. When he looked up, his handsome brows were tightly furrowed, pain surging in his eyes.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?”
“Are you hungry?”
“Or... do you not want to see me?”
Song Yisheng sat with his head bowed in the corner, saying nothing. But the moment Pei Zhao opened his mouth again, his eyes suddenly reddened.
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Do you think Pei Zhao resents him for leaving without a word?
Of course he does.
But love is often more stubborn and unreasonable-
His lover is afraid of the dark, rain, and thunder. He always has allergies when the seasons change.
Like a rose that needs to live in a glasshouse,
fragile and beautiful, yet unshakably steadfast when it comes to loving him.
Pei Zhao had decided long ago that he would never let go.
But in the long years of waiting, he had also learned to rein in the restlessness raging inside him.
Of course, there are exceptions.
After all... when it comes to certain things, men are beasts who let everything go in one ear and out the other (x).
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It was spring once again, on a night when rain poured down in torrents.
On the moonlit terrace, the swing creaked. From behind the quietly hanging crimson curtains emerged a pair of slender, clearly jointed hands, their skin tinged a faint pink.
“Bastard.”
A breathless voice, damp with tears, fell with the raindrops.
“I told you not to let go...”
“Can’t you hear me!?”
Reader’s Guide:
1. Cold-faced, washes-his-boyfriend’s-underwear devoted-dog top x avoidant, frail fox bottom.
2. At heart, this is a sweet little story about the top doting on the bottom, with some all-talk, no-action complaining and a whole lot of wife-doting.
3. For readers who enjoy frail bottoms and tops who dote on them. Includes some descriptions of illness, so please mind the tags.
4. Angst? Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet.
“One day, if I have to leave him for a long time, how will I miss him? How will I miss him and dream of him? How will I be unable to dream of him because I’m afraid to miss him?” - Shi Tiesheng
-New novel coming soon on my profile-
"Quiet Down, or the Fake Young Master Will Kill You!"
A short-tempered, frail, proud young master bottom x devoted, dependable top
On the day Lin Zhiyu turned eighteen,
he discovered that his world was actually a book.
An uncaring father, a biased mother, a real young master watching him like a hawk, a fiance who loved a jade pendant more than people, and a version of himself destined to fall apart once he learned the truth.
The good news: The story had only just begun.
The bad news: His friends and family were already showing signs of being idiots, and countless people were waiting to laugh at him.
The proud young master sneered. They wanted to see him fall?
Maybe in their next life!
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On a typhoon night, amid thunder, rain, and lightning,
Lin Zhiyu held a black umbrella.
His slender fingertips and rain-soaked, slightly curled hair slid slowly down the front of his translucent blue-and-white shirt.
He hadn’t even made it out of the vast estate on the mountainside behind him-
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A shrill honk blared. His sworn enemy, who used to argue with him at every turn, came chasing after him, looking up at him pleadingly.
“Yanyan, how can you run away without taking me with you?”
Before he could even kneel, he used the million-yuan custom suit on his back to wipe the rain from Lin Zhiyu’s shoes.
Then he saw the towering flames rising behind the young man,
and the bodyguards rushing about in panic.
The proud young master had already taken the keys from his hand and slapped his face contemptuously. “Who said I was running away?”
“You think I’m like you? Tsk.”
“Look carefully. Fireworks. They’re for you.”
#Who says childhood friends can’t become sworn enemies?
#Rival or husband? I can tell the difference.
#Like the fireworks? I blew up my own house.
#Don’t mess with me. I’ll blow you up without a second thought.
Theme: Love is salvation for the brave.
The doctor made a sharp crackling sound [dissolved] Everyone must listen to the doctor's advice in real life 🥺
My mother is most afraid of thin people getting sick.
When they get married, you will be the host
I forgot there was a side story, eh author baby, why did you get a red card [question mark]
This chapter has a stronger AI flavor...
It always smells like AI
Song Song and Mr. Pei will always be happy~
"Lu Yao" is a big thorn in the side of the author~ Lu Yao
I just uploaded it. Why are you so good at writing? Why is no one reading it?
Can you understand my rainy day, so I am willing to be by your side. At this moment, my steps will be slower. So determined, oh~, but you are getting further and further away.