Drowning in Blue

[If drowning is my fate, then I’d rather drown in your vast blue.]

During the year Lin Yu was sent to live in the countryside, he and Chen Chao, a scrawny kid who tugged on his waistband and called him “Big Bro,” relied on each other. It was the first time Lin Yu had ever felt needed.

He secretly vowed: From now on, I’ll protect this poor kid.

But it was only a childish promise.

Eight years later, Lin Yu returned to his hometown with his father for a funeral and saw Chen Chao again. The timid, pitiful boy had grown into someone who could stand on his own, while Lin Yu had become the awkward one, too self-conscious to speak freely.

By chance, they ended up living under the same roof.

Their roles had switched, and Chen Chao became his “older brother” in name. Lin Yu felt awkward and ill at ease, always sticking to the principle that they should keep out of each other’s business.

Chen Chao played along perfectly.

Until one day, Lin Yu curled up on the floor like a puppy, the corners of his eyes red as he looked at him and said, “Chen Chao, I don’t want you to be my brother anymore.”

Chen Chao froze for a long moment, then said hoarsely, “All right, ”

Lin Yu gazed at him ardently. “Let’s date.”

At that moment, it was as if the world stood still. Chen Chao could hear only the deafening beat of his own heart.

The first stirrings of teenage love surged like an undercurrent, fierce and unstoppable.

Lin Yu never imagined that their story would begin because of him, then end because of him, too.

Years later, late one night, Lin Yu was still tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

His phone screen glowed faintly in the dark, the WeChat window open to that familiar chat. After hesitating for a long time, typing and deleting, he finally sent a message: “I regret it.”

“You’re a lonely island, and I’m the surging tide that surrounds you.”

After Topping the Fake Rich Heir

Upcoming story synopsis:

At a private party, Cheng Ye finally got his wish and slept with the rich heir Lu Xinglan.

The man was handsome, slender, and skilled in bed, everything Cheng Ye could ever want in a sugar daddy.

Unfortunately, he was unlucky. Lu Xinglan was a fake heir, and one who’d been kicked out of the family, at that.

The very night Cheng Ye had finished dressing himself up as a kept man, ready to climb the social ladder, Lu Xinglan showed up with a battered suitcase and nowhere to go. Standing outside the dark basement apartment Cheng Ye rented, he begged through tears to be taken in.

Cheng Ye stared at him for a long moment, unable to believe it. “Have you... fallen on hard times?”

Lu Xinglan sniffled and choked out, “I got kicked out...”

Cheng Ye: “...”

And just like that, his dream of marrying into wealth was shattered.

Cheng Ye failed to climb the social ladder, but Lu Xinglan got his wish and moved into Cheng Ye’s basement apartment, rent-free. The fake heir had nothing but his pretty face.

Cheng Ye gave Lu Xinglan a month to find a job.

But every time, Lu Xinglan came back looking dejected and disheveled.

Until one day, Cheng Ye finally lost patience. He yanked Lu Xinglan up from his shabby little bed and demanded, “How much longer are you going to freeload here?!”

Lu Xinglan looked at him helplessly, his eyes wide and watery.

Cheng Ye glanced at the fair collarbone Lu Xinglan had accidentally exposed. His throat bobbed, and the scolding words got stuck in his throat.

Lu Xinglan took the opportunity to climb onto him, lips pressed close to his ear as he softly asked, “Want to do it?”

Cheng Ye hesitated slightly.

Lu Xinglan slipped a fingertip beneath his collar. “You can count it as rent.”

The next second, Cheng Ye pinned him down and devoured him whole.

After getting a taste of it, Lu Xinglan changed tactics and started finding all sorts of ways to lure Cheng Ye into bed.

They started with once a week, then moved on to once a day, and then to any time, day or night. Like a pool of spring water, he wrapped around Cheng Ye, enveloping and soaking him through until he had completely seized the initiative...

One night, Cheng Ye impatiently grabbed his ankle, intending to get down to business. Lu Xinglan propped a foot against his shoulder and said in a weary voice, “Not tonight.”

Cheng Ye panted as he asked, “What about tomorrow?”

“Not tomorrow either.”

“Then when?”

Lu Xinglan tilted his head back and smiled at him like a satisfied fox. “Depends on how you behave.”

[Blunt, strong top with energy to spare x destitute beauty, a flirtatious queen of a bottom]

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