Category: Fanservice Paradox

Fang Juexia felt as though his mother were sitting right before him, in that familiar chair. The door that had never been knocked upon collapsed in an instant. There was no sound on the other end of the line. Fang Juexia began to regret it—perhaps he shouldn’t have laid everything out so bluntly. At the…

Fang Juexia clenched his fists tightly, his emotions surging the moment he heard the news, nearly overwhelming him. But he quickly regained his composure. When he looked up at Cheng Qiang, a flicker of regret rose in his heart. “I’m sorry, Brother Qiang. I’ve been meaning to come clean about this, but I never found…

“Brother Huo.” Ling Yi ran over and wrapped her arms around He Ziyan’s neck from behind. “Don’t say that. It hurts me so much.” 　“Whoa, whoa, you’re squeezing too tight.” He Ziyan chuckled, turning to see Ling Yi’s tears falling again. He found it both amusing and pitiful. “You’re such a crybaby. You cry over…

Suddenly hearing the sound of “Happy Birthday,” Fang Juexia turned around to see Pei Tingsong holding a tray with one hand, shielding it from the wind with his right palm. Fang Juexia burst into laughter, though tears still glistened in his eyes. He felt utterly ridiculous, wondering why he was crying when he never used…

Pei Tingsong was startled. He even felt Fang Juexia was teasing him, though he was clearly acting like a child right now. “When did I get you dirty?” he demanded, righteous indignation in his voice. 　“Just now, when you leaned on me. You’re so heavy,” Fang Juexia stammered, grabbing the hem of his pink strawberry…

　A sudden fastball struck Fang Juexia’s heart. He never imagined Pei Tingsong’s freestyle would end with such a line—so bold, so direct, yet so veiled. His heart felt stuffed to the brim, caffeine beginning to stir. 　No matter what, it seemed he couldn’t escape Pei Tingsong’s grasp. The café’s music salon ended at 5:30 PM.…

Fang Juexia suddenly froze. Heartbeat. That afternoon he was pulled back into the workshop, the sampler sitting on the desk—he’d given it a second glance, never imagining it would be used on himself. 　The background music of Night Walk still echoed in his ears. Each “drumbeat” arranged by Pei Tingsong perfectly matched the restless heart…

After the song ended, Fang Juexia softly said, “Happy birthday.” The other teammates chimed in, congratulating the friend who had requested the song. Pei Tingsong set down his guitar, unscrewed the cap of his water bottle, and handed it to Fang Juexia. Fang Juexia accepted it naturally, took a tiny sip, then offered it back.…

“Want some?” Pei Tingsong walked over, crouched down, and held the mung bean ice slush up to Fang Juexia’s lips. Fang Juexia snapped back to reality, flinging the paper in his hand aside with a flutter. His beautiful eyes widened as he stared at Pei Tingsong. Seeing his reaction, Pei Tingsong smiled. “What’s wrong? What…

When Fang Juexia woke up, he felt like his entire skeleton had shattered. He opened his eyes groggily, staring at the white ceiling as if his soul had been stolen. Three minutes passed before his memories slowly returned. Memories that were… utterly unbearable to recall. “You’re awake?” Pei Tingsong had woken earlier. Holding the still-sleeping…

After setting July as the release date for the summer mini-album, Kaleido spent every day at the company busy with its production. Compared to a full-length album, the mini-album’s planning only included one lead track and three non-lead tracks. The lead song was a composition purchased by the company from overseas, while one of the…

Pei Tingsong woke up, surprised to find he’d shed a few tears, feeling rather embarrassed. As they slept, their positions shifted—from facing each other in an embrace to him wrapping his arms around Fang Juexia from behind, his outstretched arms cradled beneath his neck. They clung together like two inseparable petals within a bud, pressed…

What a strange thing to say. Fang Juexia, held in his arms, closed his eyes and could almost picture the scene. He even caught the scent of salty seawater and damp wood. 　He sniffed, nestling dependently into Pei Tingsong’s shoulder, and whispered, “But we haven’t replaced the parts with new ones. We keep swapping out…

Fang Juexia wasn’t without fantasies of seeing him again. His heart was cold, yet he still imagined such moments. He pictured a busy day when his mother would call, telling him “Father” had returned—that she’d finally waited him out. Now, every time his mother called, his feelings grew tangled, like anticipation mingled with dread. 　He’d…

With nothing to do, Pei Tingsong felt utterly bored. Reading books no longer satisfied his craving. Lately, weighed down by worries, he secretly ordered a Sudoku book online, hoping to learn Fang Juexia’s unique emotional management techniques. But as he began, he found himself completely lost, even considering searching online for tutorials. Unfortunately, his covert…

At the end, the marketing director asked again if any controversial remarks needed to be edited out. Fang Juexia shook his head. “Since I chose this segment, I was prepared for the backlash.” Fang Juexia didn’t want to hide anymore. Ignoring negative voices had been an effective emotional coping mechanism, but now that they were…

“Huh?” Watching Fang Juexia return to dancing, Ling Yi felt something was off, not quite right, though he couldn’t pinpoint it. He relayed the live updates to the Candy Squad. [Kaledo’s Top Dog: Anyone there?] [Your Fire Brother Still Your Fire Brother: Not a single 1 or 0. This world is peaceful.] [National Level Flower-Hand…

“What?” Fang Juexia shot Pei Tingsong a look that screamed [What the hell are you doing?] as he approached. Pei Tingsong returned the stare with an expression that said [Did I do something wrong?]. A random P-sized fan whose eyes darted between the two immediately launched into full-on imagination mode. 　Oh my god, how did…

Upon hearing this, Pei Tingsong froze for a moment. By the time he snapped back to reality, Fang Juexia had already joined the others, leaving him behind. What did that mean? He felt like he’d been hit by a sugar rush, but before he could unwrap it and savor the taste, the candy vanished. 　Rushing…

Hearing fans across the street tell them there were fireworks to watch, Ling Yi suddenly perked up. “Really? Are they good?” “Absolutely amazing!” 　So the six big boys rushed over to the riverbank to see the fireworks. But the crowd here was even bigger than they’d imagined—shoulder to shoulder, standing anywhere meant being surrounded by…