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Four years and five months ago, early autumn. Autumn in Fengcheng was brief. It wasn't until after the Mid-Autumn Festival that a slight chill permeated the air. The perfect weather for outdoor fun had turned rainy, making outside activities difficult. The luxurious villa district on the city's outskirts became the preferred venue for high-society social gatherings. It was Saturday, and a modern three-story villa with a pool had been rented out to host a large gathering disguised as a charity…-
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The two of them went to the large apartment owned by the Fu family in the city center. Stepping into the elevator, Fu Xuanliao finally remembered to ask, "Why did you go to Heting Club to wait for me?" Shi Meng replied, "The light in your room wasn't on." It took Fu Xuanliao a moment to connect going to Heting Club with the light in his room being off. He then asked, "Don't you have to stay home for the New Year?" He remembered that the Shi family, which had many rules, had to burn incense and worship…
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A less than gentle lovemaking session passed, and Fu Xuanliao took another shower. He tore off the bandage on his hand; the wound had already scabbed over and didn't hurt, though it didn't look very good. Returning to the bedroom and seeing Shi Meng sitting by the headboard drawing, Fu Xuanliao suddenly realized that for over four years, he had been playing the role of a hired companion, meticulously cleaning and tidying himself up before presenting himself on the employer's bed, selling his services with…
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Taking advantage of the weakening wind, Fu Xuanliao strode forward, grabbed Shi Meng’s arm, wrapped his hands around his waist, dragged him off the windowsill, and carried him into the room without looking back. The action was far from gentle. Shi Meng, who was thrown onto the bed, was stunned for a few seconds. When he recovered, he immediately lunged toward the painting frame beside him, hugging it tightly as if afraid it would be snatched away. Fu Xuanliao also climbed onto the bed, pressing down on…
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(Part 1) At night, an easel stood abruptly by the bed, the light from the floor lamp illuminating the pale paper. A thin figure stood before the easel. The scratching sound of charcoal against paper was muffled by the wind outside. The window was open, and the cold air clashed with the warm currents inside, achieving a subtle harmony on the surface through their mutual ebb and flow. Beneath the calm, undercurrents surged. The moment Fu Xuanliao stood up, Shi Meng turned his head to look at him, like a…
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What am I doing here? Shi Meng, who barely registered that message, asked himself the same question. His consciousness had been shaken out of his body, fragmented, and he couldn't retrieve it immediately. He only managed to grasp one crucial keyword based on his self-preservation instinct. "Terminate, contract." His voice trembled as Shi Meng mechanically repeated, "Terminate the contract, what does that mean?" The silence lasted for dozens of seconds before Fu Xuanliao finally spoke: "Shi Meng,…
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The first reaction of an attacked beast is always to fight back, and Fu Xuanxiao is no exception. Before the teeth that were entangled with the flesh were loosened, he forcefully pulled out his arm, grabbed the person in front of him by the neck with a precise backhand, and pushed the attacker against the opposite wall with all his strength. He staggered two steps, and the violent impact forced a muffled groan from his throat. The smell of rust that entered his nose made his vision turn white for a…
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The first week of January felt slow for Shi Meng. He finished one painting and started drafting another, considering painting portraits. However, he worried that having only painted landscapes, he wouldn't do well with figures, so he found some books to study. Jiang Xue was speechless when he heard about this: "You're already a painter of this caliber, and you still need to read books to learn?" Of course he did. Just like learning how to get along with people, not long ago Shi Meng insisted on his own…
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The latter half of the journey was relatively quiet. Perhaps exhausted, Fu Xuanliao no longer actively initiated conversation. Aside from the sound of the wind and the gentle rustling of tree branches, the only sounds were the intertwined breathing of the two men. Lying on a back broader than it had been in his youth, Shi Meng enjoyed the hard-won peace, and began to harbor the unrealistic hope that this path would never end. By the time the security team, led by Gao Lecheng, found them, they had already…
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Shi Meng hadn't actually planned on going far. He just wanted to retrieve the drawing Fu Xuanliao had made. That afternoon, on the way to the lake, the paper had been torn from the notebook and casually tossed into a roadside trash can. He hadn't even gotten a good look at what was drawn on it. During dinner, Shi Meng was already thinking about how to get it back. On the shuttle ride back to the hotel, he used the streetlights to carefully observe the surrounding terrain, deciding it wasn't too…
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