Chapter 1
At 3 a.m., Meng Xin was still wide awake. He mindlessly scrolled through funny short videos, his headphones blaring with […]
It all started when Meng Xin overheard his roommate, Bian Ting, talking about him behind his back.
“Meng Xin is the kind of person you can only be friends with—he’s not boyfriend material.”
After hearing that, Meng Xin couldn’t sleep for three nights. In the middle of the night, he suddenly sat up in bed, eyes wide open—
Wait, what?!
If it were anyone else saying that, fine. But Bian Ting? The person he was closest to in their dorm?
Furious, Meng Xin decided to cut ties with Bian Ting!
But before doing so, he had to get some answers.
Meng Xin: “What makes you think I’m not boyfriend material?”
Bian Ting: “Are you gay?”
Meng Xin: “Of course not!”
Bian Ting: “Then why do you care so much about what I said?”
…Silence.
Meng Xin: “Have I ever been your boyfriend for you to say that?”
Bian Ting: “Do you want to be my boyfriend for you to ask that?”
…More silence.
Meng Xin: “Damn it. Are you gay?”
Bian Ting: “Yeah.”
Meng Xin’s eyes widened in shock: “…!!!”
—
After going back to his dorm, Meng Xin lost another three nights of sleep.
He sat up in bed, eyes wide open—
Wait, what? He’s gay?!!
(P.S. Meng Xin is the bottom.)
At 3 a.m., Meng Xin was still wide awake. He mindlessly scrolled through funny short videos, his headphones blaring with […]
Meng Xin froze in place, his hand still raised. By the time he snapped out of it, Bian Ting was
Meng Xin finally woke up after a solid three-hour nap, face covered in sleep creases. He’d slept so well that
Bian Ting’s new swim trunks were “on the way” for five days before they finally arrived. Meng Xin could barely
Meng Xin stared at the two fresh messages on his phone and shattered, just a little. — “Not suitable,” again
Meng Xin gripped the balcony railing and glanced down, unimpressed. “What’s the big deal? Can’t brothers hold hands?” “Would brothers
If you asked Meng Xin how he and Bian Ting became close, his answer would be completely different from Bian
At 3 a.m., Meng Xin was still tossing and turning in bed. He really wanted to walk over to Bian
Zhang Yiming: “I heard someone’s hanging out with a gay guy — and it’s not you?” Bian Ting was already
No wonder Bian Ting said he wasn’t boyfriend material, Meng Xin thought. He was straight. Of course he wouldn’t make
Meng Xin still couldn’t sleep. He lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to figure it out: How could Bian
There are many secrets in this world, and once you know one, you have to take responsibility for keeping it.
Meng Xin wasn’t sure what compelled him, but he went out of his way to add the confession page’s account.
The world changes fast—even Zhang Yiming had learned to be gentle. So when Bian Ting asked him why a certain
Bian Ting likes someone. Meng Xin couldn’t quite put a finger on what he was feeling. It wasn’t sadness, but
When Bian Ting returned, he found Meng Xin and Zhang Yiming sighing at each other like two old men. “What
The first thing Meng Xin did when he woke up the next day was check his Moments. Unfortunately, the likes
The person Bian Ting liked was an absolute bastard. Meng Xin spent the whole night brooding over this before reaching
Meng Xin was struck by lightning. Still. Like. Him? So everything he had just said was completely pointless?! The smile
Bian Ting scrolled through his feed and saw Meng Xin’s latest post. Meng Xin: “I’M SO MAD!!!!!!!!!!” Six exclamation marks.