Riceball07

Jiang Yan woke from a haze, the green glass on the storage room ceiling catching his eye first. Bathed in golden sunlight, it shimmered like a massive, translucent mint ice crystal.  "Yan Yan?" The familiar voice sounded again, and the person leaning over him lowered their body, blocking the sunlight on Jiang Yan. His dazed gaze focused, meeting a pair of deep green eyes. Compared to the green glass in the sunlight, these eyes were as dark and profound as a swamp in a black forest, without a trace of brightness. So beautiful...   That was Jiang Yan’s first thought upon seeing the person before him. So huge...   That was his second thought as his eyes swept over the upper body of the person in front of him. The man before him was simply too tall and robust. Jiang Yan lay on a worn walnut desk, the man’s hand resting on his waist, his palm large enough to encircle it entirely. Not to mention the thing still buried in his abdomen... Jiang Yan shifted his wa...

 The golden totem-adorned hoof stepped elegantly onto the old storage room floor, the wooden boards creaking under its weight. Professor Lucius, a centaur, adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. Sunlight streamed through the mint-green ceiling window, accentuating his refined features. His wise green eyes coldly scanned the storage room, filled with golden dust, idle desks and chairs, herbs, specimens, and various discarded magical items, searching for traces of truant students. “Look, I told you Jiang Yan isn’t here, really…” Professor Lucius ignored him, stepping gracefully with his hooves, inspecting between the cabinets. Jian Hou followed closely, glancing around nervously. After a full sweep of the storage room, Lucius found only a few lost magical teaching tools, some ancient herbs, and scattered traces left by other students. No sign of Jiang Yan. Jian Hou let out a long breath, following Lucius toward the door. As they walked, he said lightly, “See, I told yo...

By the time they got home, it was already late. On the way back, Yan Sui’an had ordered a bunch of delivery food. When Si Jin came out after washing up, he saw the table already laid out with familiar dishes. “Hungry?” Yan Sui’an had also taken a quick shower. After spending the whole afternoon outside, his fever had completely gone, and he looked much more energetic. “Yeah,” Si Jin replied, sitting down across from him, quietly marveling at how good his physical condition was. “Baby, you still have one more day off tomorrow. What do you plan to do?” Yan Sui’an looked at him with hopeful anticipation. Si Jin actually wanted to tell him to stop calling him that, but as he gripped his fork and summoned the courage to look up and meet his eyes, he realized that saying anything wouldn’t change it. So in the end, he could only sigh in reluctant surrender. “I already told Cheng-jie that I’ll go help out at the restaurant tomorrow.” Yan Sui’an instantly deflated. “Why are you such a w...

By the time Si Jin woke up that afternoon, Yan Sui’an’s fever had gone down quite a bit. He reached over and gently touched his forehead while he slept, finally feeling a bit more at ease. Carefully, he started to get up. But even in his sleep, Yan Sui’an reflexively tightened his grip, as if afraid he’d leave. Si Jin still couldn’t get used to this side of him. It was too different from the cold, indifferent Yan Sui’an in his memories. And yet, no matter how he tried, he couldn’t bring himself to picture Yan Sui’an as “Whatever.” Letting out a long sigh, he got up, pulled on a sweater, and quietly left the room. He closed the door softly behind him and even paused to listen. Only when he was sure Yan Sui’an hadn’t woken up did he finally relax. He found his phone on top of the shoe cabinet by the entryway and sat on the sofa to check it. He saw several messages from Song Xiaoxi, all sent about an hour ago. [Just woke up. Did you finish moving everything? I’ll come over after l...

The hotel curtains blocked out most of the light, but faint beams slipped through the cracks and landed right on Si Jin’s jawline. When he woke, the first thing he noticed was the warmth pressed against him, making him pause. He slowly opened his eyes, about to move, but realized he was being held tightly. His head buzzed like thunder had exploded inside, instantly wiping away all sleepiness. Si Jin stiffened, turned his head, and the familiar handsome face came into view. Yan Sui’an was sleeping deeply, his breath warm even against Si Jin’s skin, showing no sign of waking despite Si Jin’s small movements. Faint, fragmented memories from last night surfaced, but Si Jin’s hands and feet suddenly grew cold. It all felt like a dream. Yan Sui’an was “whatever”? His mind was a mess, and he didn’t know how to feel about this dramatic scene. Afraid of waking Yan Sui’an and making things worse, Si Jin carefully slid Yan Sui’an’s hand off his waist. As he got up, a sharp headache stabbe...