Lihua
Stories
2
Chapters
112
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250.2 K
Comments
32
Reading
20 h, 51 m
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It was less a request than a declaration. The last word had barely left his lips, reduced to a breath, when Ren Yu grabbed Fang Yingli by the waist, tilted his head up, and kissed him. Afraid of rejection, he threw himself into it with bruising force, hard enough to split Fang Yingli's lip. Fang Yingli's eyes flared, but he refused to stay passive. He kissed back just as hard, shoving Ren Yu's head against the floral wall with a dull thud. There was no tenderness in it. He pressed in harder, his body…-
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Fang Yingli's WeChat name was simply his own name, and his profile picture was a rock. Though it’s not just any rock, but one from the sea. It looked like a reef stone, worn glossy by the waves. Ren Yu found it vaguely familiar, but the world was full of rocks. Whether it was this one or that one hardly mattered. He opened Fang Yingli's Moments, and in it, there was very little content—legal analyses, case notes. It might as well have been a work account. Ren Yu sprawled on the sofa and stared at…
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The birthday party had been a strange affair. Two-thirds of the guests were people Ren Yu barely knew or had only met a handful of times, so most of the gifts missed the mark entirely. The one exception had come from a man he'd also only met a few times: a kiss. Of all the presents, that was the only one that actually suited his taste. And right now, the man who'd given it was in the building across the way, calmly reading Borges as usual. Ren Yu sat on the bed, opened his laptop across his knees,…
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Ren Yu froze for a second, mentally running through the people at the table. None of them would actually play this hard. But he quickly realized the hand felt familiar. It carried a sharp note of tobacco, the fingertips lightly calloused, the grip at his jaw unyielding, like a bold, sweeping brushstroke. No way. It couldn't be. He couldn't relax, couldn't loosen up. In the thick darkness, he could feel the person hadn't moved away. They were standing right there, looking down at him, waiting for an…
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Ren Yu's features weren't striking in any aggressive way. He was the kind of face that grew on you—clean, understated, each individual feature unremarkable on its own, but together they formed something genuinely handsome. And most importantly, there was a sincerity to him that seemed to come from the inside out. Fang Yingli let out a soft laugh, clearly receptive to the flattery. The mood lightened considerably. Ren Yu shifted topics, "You seem well versed in economic law, Attorney Fang. Those…
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Caught off guard, Ren Yu immediately ducked back behind the pillar. But the origin of a flying can wasn't hard to trace. If Fang Yingli came over to investigate, Ren Yu's only option would be to roll into the nearby hedges. Not exactly subtle. Whether he'd get away with it depended on luck. If it came to it, he'd just have to steel himself and walk out with a shameless "Hey, fancy seeing you here." But the dreaded moment never came. Court officers arrived quickly, blocking Fang Yingli's line of…
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He woke with the dream still clinging to him, his senses trapped in the afterglow of the brain's manufactured high. But within seconds, Ren Yu realized something was wrong. He slid a hand under the covers and cursed under his breath, then dragged himself out of bed to change his underwear. He rarely planted bugs in a target's home. If discovered, it meant serious trouble. For most targets, building rapport, getting them talking, and appealing to their interests was enough to get the job done. Put…
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The smoke hit his windpipe hard, triggering a violent cough. Ren Yu cursed inwardly as alarm bells went off in his head. Fang Yingli wore that all-knowing, leisurely look again, and it inexplicably stoked a deep-seated irritation in Ren Yu. "No. That's all I've got." Ren Yu's voice had gone hoarse. "Giving people used things, I'd worry they'd mind." Fang Yingli didn't push. His gaze settled on the lips still clamped around the cigarette butt. He noticed Ren Yu looked different from this morning,…
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Fang Yingli turned to look at him in a focused gaze. He noticed the smile on Ren Yu's face was light as a balloon, brilliantly colorful, beautiful, but the kind you knew would pop at the slightest prick. The smile seemed utterly unreal. But Ren Yu was determined to sell the sincerity of his compliment. He stared right back, no avoidance. Their eyes locked in a silent standoff until Ren Yu caught the faintest lift of Fang Yingli's eyelids, as if he were about to speak. Just then, the ceiling light…
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Before Ren Yu could dodge, the hand pressed firmly at the junction of his lower back and tailbone, then withdrew just as quickly. "Done." Fang Yingli's voice was flat, almost as if he'd been holding his breath too. The sharp medicinal smell of the liniment lingered in the air. Ren Yu exhaled like a man granted amnesty, his throat and chest burning. Noticing the other man made no move to get up, Fang Yingli asked, "Are you hot?" Then, with a trace of veiled amusement, he added, "Your skin's very…
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