Linnace
Stories
4
Chapters
124
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345.6 K
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27
Reading
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Butterfly Hurricane Xie Guilan only attended two classes before taking a leave to visit the hospital, grudgingly bringing a flask of goji berry tea on his way out. Song Lingwei needed heart stent surgery next month. Xie Mingcheng had arranged for an overseas specialist, and since major decisions required a family member, Xie Guilan was technically the only one who fit the role. Song Lingwei’s body had already fallen apart. Even before childbirth, she had heart issues. Years of late nights, club…-
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This Doctor, I'm Serious! The room was unlit as he paced to the massive floor-to-ceiling window, gazing down at the breathtaking view of West Lake below. Wealth and natural beauty melded seamlessly here, the night outside pitch-black, dotted with the city's lights flickering against the glass. The sound of running water continued, faint but piercing in the silence. Lu Jingcheng sighed softly. Today’s mess was, ultimately, his own fault. He pulled open the window, and the night breeze lifted the…-
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This Doctor, This Game Qingyi’s eyes widened in shock. Just moments ago, he had been imagining this man losing control—okay, fine, he had imagined kissing him too—but how the hell did this guy know?! Did… did he say his thoughts out loud?! “W-what? S-so what if I did?” Qingyi stiffened, his heart pounding wildly, but he forced his voice to stay steady, feigning nonchalance. Lu Jingcheng’s gaze darkened, his voice dropping lower. “Then go ahead.” Qingyi: “?!” Today,…
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This Doctor Wants a Kiss Lu Jingcheng followed Qingyi and once again climbed into that Shark Pepper car. The evening breeze in June carried a hint of warmth as it brushed against his face. Lu Jingcheng yawned. After a full meal, he was genuinely drowsy. He had just performed a major surgery in the afternoon, followed by a consultation with a panel of experts regarding Xue Wang. His energy was completely drained. Qingyi drove in silence, not saying a word since leaving the hotpot restaurant, simply…
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I Love You Xie Guilan didn’t understand what Cen Wu meant, but Cen Wu always looked at him with that gaze—as if he had been missing him for a long time, tender and distant. Cen Wu hugged Xie Guilan, reached up to touch his face, and Xie Guilan lowered his head to let him. Xie Guilan grabbed his hand, pressed it to his lips, and kissed it a few times. Then he wiped away Cen Wu’s tears, cupped his face, and pinched a soft little bulge of flesh, asking in a low voice, “What’s wrong,…
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Deity The winter wind howled, carrying flecks of snow as Xie Guilan held Cen Wu tightly against him. His fingers, cold and unyielding, pressed into the thin fabric of Cen Wu’s back with enough force to be felt even through the thick down jacket. "Mmm…" Cen Wu gasped for air, his tongue numb and aching from the relentless kiss. He pinched Xie Guilan hard in retaliation. Xie Guilan sucked lightly on his tongue before finally pulling back slightly, breath ragged, the veins along his neck…
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Christmas Eve Cen Wu had injured the back of his head and couldn’t sleep lying down. Even on his side, it was uncomfortable. By midnight, the painkillers had worn off, leaving the wound numb, but he remained deeply asleep—though his lips were pale. Cen Xiao thought he heard Cen Wu whimper softly, so he got up to check. To his surprise, he found Xie Guilan already by the hospital bed. Xie Guilan had lifted Cen Wu into his lap, cradling him like a child, letting him sleep against his chest so…
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Professional Ethics With his newfound "allies," Xie Guilan weaponized public opinion. Every time Cen Wu tried to leave, the ward’s residents tutted in disapproval. Cen Wu pinched Xie Guilan’s hand viciously. "Hitting is affection," Xie Guilan mused, unfazed, "scolding is love." The onlookers exchanged glances. Hopeless case. No wonder he’s hospitalized—terminal lovesickness. Just amputate. As Xie Guilan slept mid-IV drip, his grip loosened. But the moment Cen Wu…
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This Doctor, Hot Pot Lu Jingcheng shot Qingyi a glance—one that the latter interpreted as downright provocative—before striding into the restaurant on those long legs. As he stepped forward, Qingyi caught a glimpse of exposed ankle, pale and finely sculpted like polished jade. That flash of skin, half-hidden in the night, carried an effortless sensuality. Qingyi’s gaze was helplessly drawn to it, craving more of the mysteries concealed in the dark. His mind immediately jumped to Yang Ji,…
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This Doctor Praises People Behind Their Backs Following exit signs from the inpatient building, Qingyi emerged into a long corridor. Second Hospital had many such passageways - white walls accented by pale blue signage creating a serene atmosphere, with potted plants adding life to the sterile environment. Floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides flooded the hallway with golden afternoon light. Many patients who couldn't be exposed to wind came here with family, some in wheelchairs, to enjoy the…
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