Chapter 16
When Bian Ting returned, he found Meng Xin and Zhang Yiming sighing at each other like two old men. “What […]
When Bian Ting returned, he found Meng Xin and Zhang Yiming sighing at each other like two old men. “What […]
Bian Ting likes someone. Meng Xin couldn’t quite put a finger on what he was feeling. It wasn’t sadness, but
The world changes fast—even Zhang Yiming had learned to be gentle. So when Bian Ting asked him why a certain
Meng Xin wasn’t sure what compelled him, but he went out of his way to add the confession page’s account.
“Mm.” Li Feng said, “You can add two more if you want.” He usually ate two eggs himself. Now that
Xie Yan thought he shouldn’t laugh, but he just couldn’t help it. When he laughed, the teasing undertone in his
“You refuse to transfer hospitals—don’t you know I’m doing this for your own good?” “It’s because you think Rui Tan
As dinnertime rolled around, customers trickled into the shop. Zhou Zhou excitedly got to work—serving dishes, wiping tables, and greeting
There are many secrets in this world, and once you know one, you have to take responsibility for keeping it.
Meng Xin still couldn’t sleep. He lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to figure it out: How could Bian
“You don’t know, An Nian is really miserable and pitiful.” Lin Hening had been conserving his energy all night, planning
“Baby!” Xia Zhile rushed to the bedside, eyes red with worry, looking every bit like the tragic hero of a
No wonder Bian Ting said he wasn’t boyfriend material, Meng Xin thought. He was straight. Of course he wouldn’t make
Zhang Yiming: “I heard someone’s hanging out with a gay guy — and it’s not you?” Bian Ting was already
“Auntie.” Murong Qiufeng quickly stood up. Shangguan Ye directly pressed his shoulder back down. “Hey, don’t move. It’s not done
Murong Qiufeng froze for a moment, his attention diverted, easing his earlier awkwardness. He was curious and asked, “What do
Murong Qiufeng’s heart sank as he felt a sense of worry for Shangguan Ye, but at the same time, he
The two chickens sent as ransom were still frightened, clucking nervously in the corner. Listening to the chickens, sipping chicken
In an instant, every criminal case he had ever handled flashed through his mind like a film reel. Dozens of
Xia Zhile’s family wasn’t rich, but they weren’t poor either. He was fiercely independent, refusing to spend a single cent