Who Says the “White Moonlight” Has to Be a Person?

The heart-wrenching shout pierced through Yu Qinzhou’s ears and echoed outward, drawing Ming Qi’s attention. He had been quietly inching […]

Resting his forehead against the edge of the table, Ming Qi let out a long sigh. His brain was somehow

In the lounge, a hand came down hard and swept an entire table of decorations crashing to the floor. Fang

Xi Jing Bay Villa. Min Zhengyue stormed into the wine cellar of the villa like a bandit entering a village.

The unfamiliar voice made Wen Yulan pause mid-step. He turned slightly. The faint light ahead could only barely outline a

Bang bang bang. Antique vases and blue-and-white porcelain pieces were swept to the floor by a walking cane, shattering one

Ming Qi felt as if ten thousand grass-mud horses were stampeding through his mind, the gusts they kicked up carrying

Ming Qi choked violently, coughing until his face flushed red. His eyes, usually soft and affectionate, widened like a startled

Ming Qi thought that if life existed solely for moments like this—utter humiliation—he might as well just die early and

A week ago, Ming Qi joined the production of Scheming the World as the actor playing Young Master Lan Yue.

February in Jing City was bitterly cold, the roadside greenery blanketed in snow. A black nanny van sped along the