48 Results in the "Mute Words" category
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MW CH26
Chapter 26: Defile Him, Stain Him “What do you think?” I stared straight at him, catching every flicker on his face. After a long silence, he spoke: “Then I’ll congratulate you early.” He pushed the door open with his free hand, stepped out before I could say more. Phone buzzed twice—Zhao Chenyuan’s message with Tuesday’s time and place. Outside, Mochuan drifted farther—I dropped the passenger window, leaned over, yelled: “Tuesday, 6:30—I’ll pick you up, come with me,…-
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MW CH25
Chapter 25: Want to Give It a Shot? The girl had a plain low ponytail—twenty-two, twenty-three tops. The kid in her arms had been crying earlier, tear streaks still fresh, but spotting me and Mochuan, even the sobs stopped—just sucked a finger, staring curious. “You’re in Haicheng? Come in, come in…” She fumbled the iron security door open, ushered us inside. Old Haicheng complexes like this—no elevators, four units per floor. Her place was the east-end corner. Unlike the dim…-
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MW CH24
Chapter 24: I Really, Really Didn’t Mess Around Mochuan brushed stream water from under his eye with a fingertip—the faint smile on his face gone. “No chance,” he said. “Bai… Bai Yin?” Ming Zhuo scrambled up from the water, flustered, finally using his upstairs brain. “No, you’ve got it wrong—nothing happened!” Though that upstairs brain didn’t seem too sharp. “In my whole damn life, I hate flip-flopping scumbags the most.” I scooped a fist-sized rock from the…-
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MW CH23
Chapter 23: Didn’t Think It Could Get This Bad Ming Zhuo and I—both guys, both gay—but miles apart. He’s the type to rock wigs, makeup, even strut into bars in drag. I tagged along to a club once—dim, flashing lights, him in a miniskirt, fake boobs, slithering to the beat like a snake. Blew my mind, wild and new. Turns out gay’s not one-size-fits-all. Some don’t dig women but love dudes in dresses. They’ve got this whole animal-coding thing—sorting by build, picking…-
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MW CH22
Chapter 22: You Don’t Know Shit! Yan Chuwen seemed to know something. From the day I headed back to Haicheng—maybe earlier—he’d been dropping odd hints. Back then, too tangled in my own mess, I couldn’t parse the depth in his words. “Him, in Haicheng? What’s he dragging himself all this way for?” I leaned on the railing, aiming for casual. “Study seminar. Haicheng’s paired with Shannan for aid—past few years, national support’s tackled regional poverty there, but remote…-
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MW CH21
Chapter 21: No Need Means No Need Freshman year, second semester—I’d resolved to cut ties with Mochuan. But with Yan Chuwen in the mix, it was like divorced parents linked by a kid: dodge all you want, you’ll still bump into each other picking them up. That day, Yan Chuwen called—his family sent a crate of sweet plums, Aunt Wan said split it with me, come grab them. May weather, spring breeze just right—I shuffled over in slippers. Took a lazy shortcut near their dorm and caught Mochuan…-
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MW CH20
Chapter 20: Just Be Your Pinjia I lifted the curtain—Mochuan froze at the sound, turning. Standing there bold as brass, I didn’t blink. “Need help?” He thought it over—one hand’s a hassle—then passed me the shirt. My eyes roamed his chest, abs. How’s this guy, cooped up in a temple all day, built like this? I hit the gym twice weekly and can’t match him—racial perk or what? Slipping one arm through a sleeve, I sidled close, tugged the shirt around from behind, guiding his…-
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MW CH19
Chapter 19: So Vivid It Dazzles All the way, I kept sneaking glances at Mochuan in the passenger seat, fishing for words, but he stayed half-lidded, half-asleep, ignoring me. Silent practice—zhiyu, or closed-mouth meditation—I’d read about it. A discipline to purify body, speech, and mind by shutting your trap. “Trouble starts at the mouth,” they say—proof it’s the body’s top chaos-maker. Keep it running, and verbal karma piles up. Some set a timer—days, months, years—to cut it…-
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MW CH18
Chapter 18: Mosquitoes in This Cold? “Swish—” A black carbon arrow streaked like a meteor, nailing the ten-ring dead-on, no suspense. “Mochuan, you’re insane! How many rounds is that—all tens? You could go pro!” “Next week’s amateur match is on you…” “Our hunting bow club’s finally gonna shine!” The crowd showered Mochuan’s archery with praise. A curly-haired freshman girl clutched her bow on the sidelines, trying to speak but drowned out each time. Her…-
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MW CH17
Chapter 17: Can We Escape? The weather was fine coming here, but as Mochuan got his shot and we left the hospital, rain hit—thunder, lightning, the world dimming fast, visibility gone. Wipers were useless. Highway speed limit’s 120 kph, but with this blur, I capped at 80. This rain, this vibe—more disaster flick than the trip out. I mused, half-amused. The downpour didn’t let up. I glanced at Mochuan—slumped against the seat, head tilted, quiet, maybe asleep. I’d hauled us over…-
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