I Only Like Your Made-up Persona

　 Summer was approaching. It was the season Xia Xicheng disliked most throughout the year—the sticky sweat, the incessant chirping […]

Before Zhou Ziheng left, he still handed Xia Xiqing the key card to his apartment. Neither could articulate a proper

The two were mad with passion, their reason consumed by the flames of desire until only instinct and craving remained.

Upon reaching the second floor, Xia Xiqing spotted a restroom around the corner. Perhaps due to the summer heat, he

An hour ago, Zhou Ziheng was still chatting with Zhao Ke, who kept urging him to attend tonight’s art salon.

　 Like or dislike? He didn’t wait for Zhou Ziheng’s answer. But Zhou Ziheng’s arms tightening around his waist, his

　 Xia Xiqing noticed that Zhou Ziheng’s dining room was spacious, yet the table seemed disproportionately small—barely seating six. A

When Xia Xiqing stepped out of the elevator, he spotted five or six young women standing by the entrance. He

Xia Xiqing had a vague sense that Zhou Ziheng knew something. How did he find out? Did Xu Qichen tell

Zhou Ziheng never expected Xia Xiqing to come. Despite Xu Qichen’s repeated persuasion, Zhou Ziheng didn’t believe Xia Xiqing would

 Ever since he agreed to consider auditioning for Xu Qichen, Xia Xiqing had been plagued by nightmares every night, reliving

What goes around comes around; heaven spares no one. After twenty-five years of sailing without a paddle, Xia Xiqing never

When he woke up the next day, Zhou Ziheng was gone again, and Xia Xiqing was lying in bed wearing

Held in Zhou Ziheng’s arms, Xia Xiqing felt so comfortable that he could have fallen asleep right there, but he

Xia Xiqing never thought he would ever feel attracted to someone else. He always told others that the biggest misunderstanding

How could Xia Xiqing refuse something as exciting as eloping? However, in his heart, he felt that he should be

“I don’t want to go.” Xia Xiqing bluntly refused Xia Xiuze, who was begging him on the phone. Xia Xiuze

Xia Xiqing felt as though he had been dreaming. The dream was of a black silkworm cocoon, with sticky silk

Perhaps not expecting Zhou Ziheng to ask such a question, Xia Xiqing’s hand trembled slightly, spilling some of the clear

 It’s simply incomprehensible. Zhou Ziheng didn’t say a word the whole way, nor did he want to listen to Xia