PP Chapter 16.2
After that day, Zhou Lin, who was out of work, became more aggressive in stalking Tang Junhe, and worse, he began to drink more frequently, and was no longer satisfied with mere stalking and masturbation, but tried several times…
After that day, Zhou Lin, who was out of work, became more aggressive in stalking Tang Junhe, and worse, he began to drink more frequently, and was no longer satisfied with mere stalking and masturbation, but tried several times…
For a month, Zhou Lin really disappeared. Without those sticky eyes staring at him, without that person following him like a shadow, Tang Junhe finally felt relaxed after a long time. Sometimes, he thought he had gotten…
He might look better squinting, Yang Xuan thought as he sized him up. “Just kidding.” Yang Xuan laughed again, this time the corners of his mouth tugging up a little wider. The clenched fist still remained closed, like…
Tang Junhe turned his head to look at him coldly and spat out clearly, “I said, stay away from me.” His voice was neither high nor low, but because of its cold tone, it appeared steeply in the…
Sponsored chapter by: Juice & Ana Yang Xuan put the cigarette in his pocket and walked down the stairwell, lighting one and smoking it. Feng Bo and Wangxin Chun were waiting at the entrance of the district, leaning against…
Tang Xiaonian had seen Zhou Lin, and she wouldn’t have mistaken them for being in love – she might, however, have stood up on the spot, gone to the kitchen, grabbed a kitchen knife, and rushed out to cut Zhou…
After a startled moment against the darkness, he got out of bed, bent down to pick up the blanket and put it on the bed, then turned on the light in his ‘room’, went to the closet and found a…
Tang Junhe lay on his bed with his eyes wide open, looking at the darkness of the room. He didn’t dare to close his eyes, but as soon as he did, the words Yang Xuan had just said and the…
He turned on the faucet and rinsed his wrists, then squeezed a big lump of hand sanitizer into the bruise, rubbed it repeatedly many times, rinsed it off against the faucet, and then squeezed some more, all while wondering what…
After Ying Hui left, Yang Xuan leaned back against the wall, lit a cigarette and smoked it, then fetched his phone from his pocket and opened the photo he had just taken. Are you really in love? Do you really…