After We Cut Ties, Remember to Be My Boyfriend

Meng Xin was struck by lightning. Still. Like. Him? So everything he had just said was completely pointless?! The smile […]

The person Bian Ting liked was an absolute bastard. Meng Xin spent the whole night brooding over this before reaching

The first thing Meng Xin did when he woke up the next day was check his Moments. Unfortunately, the likes

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.

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

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

At 3 a.m., Meng Xin was still tossing and turning in bed. He really wanted to walk over to Bian

If you asked Meng Xin how he and Bian Ting became close, his answer would be completely different from Bian

Meng Xin gripped the balcony railing and glanced down, unimpressed. “What’s the big deal? Can’t brothers hold hands?” “Would brothers

Meng Xin stared at the two fresh messages on his phone and shattered, just a little. — “Not suitable,” again

Bian Ting’s new swim trunks were “on the way” for five days before they finally arrived. Meng Xin could barely

Meng Xin finally woke up after a solid three-hour nap, face covered in sleep creases. He’d slept so well that

Meng Xin froze in place, his hand still raised. By the time he snapped out of it, Bian Ting was

At 3 a.m., Meng Xin was still wide awake. He mindlessly scrolled through funny short videos, his headphones blaring with