America Has Once Again Lost Its Mind Over China [China X America]

At a United Nations charity gala, America watched coldly with a can of cola in hand.

“China? That old fuddy-duddy only knows how to hold a teacup and lecture people about benevolence and morality.”

Then China rolled up his shirt sleeves beneath the spotlight, revealing the smooth, defined lines of his forearms.

“Holy hell,” America said, crushing the can in his hand. “Since when did he get so... hot?”

England rolled his eyes. “Watch your image, America. You're drooling.”

France delivered the final blow with elegant poise. “Love's opening note is arrogance, its middle movement is foolishness, and its finale... is regret.”

America's daily routine: Sanction! Sanction! And more sanctions!

China's daily routine: Drink tea, play chess, and casually lend a hand to the poor little countries on the sanctions list.

When America found out China had been secretly aiding the small countries on his sanctions list, another new oak desk in the White House met its end.

“You're using my money to support someone else? Sweetheart, you've picked the wrong person to mess with!”

China calmly brewed his tea. “It's called a community with a shared future for mankind, darling.”

“Or would you like to share a community in a different position?”

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Everyone knows top-tier star Lin Luocheng, the lead dancer of a boy band, and its youngest member, You Han, are rivals.

What no one knows is that Lin Luocheng is a succubus who can only stay alive by feeding on human “energy.”

And You Han, the hormone-charged younger wolfdog, is the power bank with the longest battery life.

Backstage, You Han pressed close to Lin Luocheng's ear. His voice mingled with his panting. “Cheng-ge, during that performance just now... were you rubbing your waist against me on purpose?”

Lin Luocheng caught his wrist, a bewitching flush spreading at the corners of his eyes. “Kid... if you keep going, this is going to be hard to bring under control...”

“Same place tonight?” You Han's gaze was predatory.

Lin Luocheng scoffed and pushed him away, but once he was alone, he licked the corner of his mouth. You Han's overly enthusiastic bite marks still lingered there.

In public, they rolled their eyes at each other on camera and traded barbs in interviews.

In private, they were the closest of “energy supply” partners.

Their replenishment sessions were never gentle. You Han's kisses came with the force of a bite, his palms hot as branding irons as he pinned Lin Luocheng against mirrors or equipment, “transferring energy” in a way that was almost like a fight.

Lin Luocheng panted as he fed, leaving scratches on You Han's shoulder. “...Are you a dog?”

“I'm a wolf.” You Han bit the tip of his ear. “And you're the tough bone I'm here to chew.”

Each got what he needed. Neither owed the other anything.

Until an accident struck during a variety show.

During a high-altitude game, Lin Luocheng's safety line malfunctioned and he plunged downward.

At the last possible moment, You Han threw himself beneath him to break his fall.

The cameras frantically captured this “historic reconciliation.”

The fans weren't the only ones in turmoil. The two stars themselves were, too...

At last, You Han kicked open the door to Lin Luocheng's dorm and pinned him against it, fear and lingering violence churning in his eyes.

“Why, when you fell...” He pressed the tip of his nose to Lin Luocheng's neck, his voice hoarse. “...were my bones breaking, and all I could think was, 'Shit, who's going to help you now?'”

Theme: Find coexistence through opposition, and understand civilizations through collision