Category: After We Cut Ties, Remember to Be My Boyfriend

In broad daylight, Meng Xin curled up beside Bian Ting under the covers, ready to sleep—just sleep. He was too exhausted to do anything else. Pressing his cheek against Bian Ting’s chest, breathing in Bian’s scent, sleep threatened to overtake him—until the unmistakable click of the front door unlocking snapped him awake. That sound was…

There were two hot topics circulating on campus recently. One was the upcoming May Day holiday, and the other was the gossip about the two most talked-about “grass” (a term for couples) on campus, who seemed to be getting pretty close. Confession Wall: “Hey, quick question. That guy who was going to confess to Bian…

Before Bian Ting was his boyfriend, Meng Xin never cared about how long it took Bian Ting to reply to his messages. Not only did he not mind, but he would even come up with thoughtful excuses for him: Ten minutes? Probably walking somewhere. One hour? Must be studying. Two hours? Must be sleeping… Unlike…

The rest of the hike up the mountain was spent in complete silence. Each of the four had their own personal crisis to deal with. Huang Wenjie no longer dared to whine about wanting his godfather to pull him along. He walked ahead quietly, eyes glued to the ground. Gao Yinghang still hadn’t recovered. He…

Spring had arrived. Aside from that, Huang Wenjie couldn’t think of any other reason why two of his dormmates were suddenly dressing up like peacocks every day before heading out. Not only that, but the two were practically attached at the hip, going to the library together every single day. Bian Ting’s behavior was understandable—he…

Meng Xin and Bian Ting strolled down the bustling food street outside campus, yet by the time they reached the end, they still hadn’t decided what to eat. If he were out with just anyone, Meng Xin would have picked a restaurant and sat down within ten minutes. He knew every eatery around school like…

What do people do when they’re in a relationship? Holding the signed agreement, Meng Xin fell into deep thought. Now that Bian Ting had signed it, their relationship was different. From this second onward, they were officially a couple. But the problem was—Meng Xin had never dated before. He had no idea what couples were…

Meng Xin’s face was on fire. He threw himself onto his bed as if fleeing from battle. This maneuver was all too familiar. It took Bian Ting less than a second to decode the unspoken message behind it: —I’m going to sleep. You’re not allowed to talk or make a sound! Bian Ting walked over…

The next morning, Meng Xin woke up. His first thought was: Haha, a gay guy just woke up. His second thought was: Great, the world now has one more gay guy. His third thought was to lift his bed curtain and look for Bian Ting. After scanning the room and not finding him, he grabbed…

Meng Xin never made it to the library. Instead, he sat on a campus bench, hugging his backpack and contemplating life. He stayed in the same position for a long time, letting the cool night breeze wash over him. The wind was chilly, but he didn’t feel cold at all. His mind kept replaying Bian…

“Wait… am I actually kinda gay?” For two straight days, Meng Xin wrestled with this question. He thought about it while eating, sleeping, walking—even during class. At one point, he even grabbed a scratch paper and started analyzing it. His process was just as meticulous as when he calculated battle power stats in video games.…

Maybe it was because Huang Wenjie scared the hell out of him, but Meng Xin couldn’t calm down for the rest of the night. His heart was racing—so loud, so fast, he couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned in bed, convinced that the scent of that hug was still lingering on him. Lifting his arm,…

The winter break lasted thirty-six days. During that time, Meng Xin and Bian Ting had thirty-four video calls. Somewhere within those thirty-four calls, something between them had subtly shifted. Meng Xin couldn’t quite put it into words. He only knew that Bian Ting felt different from his other friends now. Maybe it was because of…

Since even a gay guy like Bian Ting said it was normal, then it had to be normal. Meng Xin took those words as absolute truth and continued video calling Bian Ting without hesitation. Eventually, he didn’t even need the stray cat excuse anymore. But since they called so frequently, it was only a matter…

True to his word, Zhang Yiming showed up at exactly 6:30. He wasted no time ordering the most expensive dishes on the menu. The moment he saw Bian Ting, he got straight to the point. “Why are you spending every day watching stray cats? Feeling extra charitable lately?” Bian Ting replied simply, “He wants to…

Meng Xin was inconsistent with his studying—three days of effort followed by two days of slacking. He hadn’t memorized many vocabulary words, but he had somehow managed to expand his knowledge of random LGBTQ+ facts. By the time his exam rolled around at the end of the month, the three words he was most confident…

If you asked Bian Ting what he liked about Meng Xin, he could talk for three days and nights without stopping. Bian Ting first noticed Meng Xin during the beginning of their freshman year. At that time, Bian Ting wasn’t familiar with Meng Xin yet. He was walking back to his dorm when he saw…

Everyone is an individual, and people have different preferences—it’s completely normal to have differences. Just like how Meng Xin loves cilantro, Huang Wenjie pinches his nose and avoids it like the plague, while Gao Yinghang can tolerate it as a seasoning but would never eat it willingly. Meng Xin couldn’t quite understand—what exactly did Bian…

At 11:30 AM, Meng Xin was still lying in bed, playing dead. He had actually been awake for a while, but he had no idea how to face Bian Ting, so he pretended to still be asleep. His original plan was to wait for Bian Ting to leave before getting up. Bian Ting usually left…

Bian Ting scrolled through his feed and saw Meng Xin’s latest post. Meng Xin: “I’M SO MAD!!!!!!!!!!” Six exclamation marks. That meant he was seriously pissed. Bian Ting immediately messaged him. Bian Ting: “What happened?” Meng Xin: “YOU’VE GOT SOME NERVE TO ASK ME!!!!!!!!!!” Again, six exclamation marks, dripping with rage and betrayal. Meng Xin:…