Chapter 49
TLC: Lilies
Editing: Mashiro
It was rare for him to be woken up in his house by the cat’s calling; it felt quite novel.
Little fella’s cries were long and high-pitched, like hairy claws scratching on his ears. It’s probably hungry, he thought.
The moment that thought sprouted in his mind, he realised that he seemed to be able to think normally again. Even though his head still felt kind of heavy and his reactions were rather slow, at least the pain had already subsided and didn’t hinder his thinking anymore.
He furrowed his brows and tried lifting his eyelids with difficulty. He didn’t succeed on the first try—his eyes opened a peep and soft rays of the white, morning light seeped in but this only lasted a short moment before getting shut outside.
Thus he lay there quietly for a moment, only opening his eyes once again after a long while. This time, he saw the ceiling of the room without any problems.
But the ceiling before his eyes didn’t look like the one he grew used to seeing those few days; in his daze, he tried to recall where it was from, finally realising that it was his bedroom, not the study.
Bedroom?
Shen Yan trembled, his mind now fully awake. He moved his body instinctively, only to suddenly realise that his arm had been captured in a certain someone’s embrace, taken for a body pillow. That person’s head was pillowed on it, locks of black hair scattered freely on his sleeve.
It was the first time for him to sleep alongside another person in his bed.
The places where their bodies touched were stuck snugly to one another, leaving no space between them. A warmth sensation—hard to come by in this season—was slowly spreading from the friction of fabric rubbing against each other. Time seemed to have fast forwarded by six months, reaching spring ahead of schedule under this quilt that held two. All of his unspoken feelings, all of the throbs of his heart were like the blossoms in spring, slowly blooming in the depths of his heart.
His gaze shifted to that person’s face who was still sleeping peacefully. Perhaps he was feeling a little warm, the areas from his cheeks to his ears were slightly flushed. His features were serene and the corners of his eyes were curved upwards a little as if he was seeing a beautiful dream.
But for Shen Yan, the beauty of his dream had continued even in reality, not at all disturbed by his waking.
Qi Jing.
When he silently said that name, he instinctively moved his other hand, touching his own lips. He stroked them slowly, somewhat dazed.
He wanted to get closer… Even closer than now—he wanted to re-awaken those fragmented memories from last night, when they were the closest.
Shen Yan shifted over on the pillow, the tip of his nose grazing against Qi Jing’s hair. With each little move of his, he could smell the scent of the shampoo at home—it gave him the assurance of a feeling that they were spending their days together, sharing the necessities of life. Slowly, day after day, this person would become a part of his home. How nice.
“Qi Jing.” He couldn’t help but call him.
He didn’t know if it was because he heard his voice, or because of the cat’s meowing outside the door, but the breath of the person sleeping on his arm slowed for a moment—after a while, he let out a sleepy murmur, seemingly intending to raise his head. Shen Yan reckoned that it was the sign that the other was on the verge of waking up and shifted away a bit.
As expected, Qi Jing’s brows twitched slightly and he opened his eyes in a daze, blinking twice. The moment he blinked for the third time, he suddenly locked his eyes with Shen Yan causing the latter to freeze momentarily.
Maybe it was because he realised how Shen Yan was touching his lips, but Qi Jing chuckled lightly, his eyes curving up in a smile, “Good morning.”
Still in a daze, Shen Yan replied without thinking, “Good morning…”
Qi Jing’s gaze was still covered by a fog of sleepiness, and so was his smile—he probably wasn’t fully awake yet. At that moment he buried his head back into Shen Yan’s sleeve, breathing in its smell, like a child that had just tasted the sweetness and was reluctant to let go of the candy jar, greedily demanding for more.
Shen Yan attentively watched every little movement of Qi Jing’s, his gaze not leaving the other even for a moment. The longer he watched him, the more he felt a dream-like sense of surreality fade away as the bliss of having his happiness validated gradually welled up in his heart.
“I’ll be too shy to look up if you continue staring at me like that.” Just when he thought Qi Jing fell back asleep, those words were heard from the face pressed against his arm. His voice was throaty, with an indistinct hint of laughter in his tone.
As if jolted awake, Shen Yan came back to his senses. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled under his breath, but his eyes didn’t move away from the other, not even for a moment.
Seemingly already aware that Shen Yan wouldn’t look away, Qi Jing lifted his head slowly, his eyes so clear one could virtually see their bottom as he stared fixedly into Shen Yan’s eyes from a close distance. At that moment, Shen Yan finally put down his hand, gently, cautiously stretching it towards Qi Jing. His fingers brushed from Qi Jing’s temples to the back of his head, the palm of his hand covering and rubbing that faintly red ear, combing his hair with the utmost tenderness.
Qi Jing kept looking at him, smiling gently.
He caressed him for a while, his hand unconsciously moving downwards, his thumb slowly brushing against Qi Jing’s lips. His touch seemed to have evoked a trace of a dimple on the side of those lips.
“Clearly there’s a better way of checking, yet you still use your hands.” Qi Jing’s hoarse voice travelled from one pillow to the other, making Shen Yan’s cheek pressed on his pillow go somewhat hot. He took his hand back, setting it on the side of where Qi Jing lay. Under the watchful eyes of the other man, he slowly got up, hovering his body over the other before leaning in and silently kissing the place he had just stroked with his fingers.
Qi Jing was right—there was no better way of verifying than this. There was no feeling stronger and more direct than their lips rubbing against each other—in that instant he seemed to be able to hear the pattering of last night’s rain, smell the rich scent of two bodies, their clothes half-undone, taste the sweet and acerbic taste of the red wine.
It fully awakened all of last night’s memories.
At that time, their minds were on fire, set ablaze by the alcohol. Those intertwines of lips and tongues rendered them lightheaded, both their bodies weak from head to toes; all they knew was to respond to the other’s kiss out of pure instinct.
And now, both of them were absolutely clear-minded, aware of what they and the other was doing. And because of that, their heartbeats grew even more rapid.
This time Shen Yan didn’t go any deeper, only rubbing against Qi Jing’s lips ticklishly—however he lingered there for a long time, as if greeting him tenderly in the morning.
Qi Jing closed his eyes. During the kiss, he kept a light grasp on Shen Yan’s open collar pulling him down as much as possible to maintain a distance where their body heat could be easily transmitted between them. Even after the kiss ended with their low pants, Qi Jing still didn’t let go&#k2014;with his nose against Shen Yan’s, he adjusted his breath, face to face with the other.
“So?” After a long while, Qi Jing suddenly asked him.
“So?” Shen Yan didn’t understand at first and was slightly confused.
This man who gave Qi Jing the exclusive rights to him was right here, just a breath away, so close that Qi Jing could see his own reflection in the other’s eyes—the feeling of being placed in the centre of someone’s world brought and indescribable bliss to him. But he was greedy, he wanted to add another spoonful of sugar into that joy, to add even more to its sweetness, “You even kissed me already, yet you still refuse to officially become my boyfriend?”
He didn’t even know how many times he had thought of the moment when he would finally remove the words “under probation” from Shen Yan’s title.
Shen Yan was a man with a strong sense of responsibility, so this titular change couldn’t be any more fitting, no matter if it was for him, or for Shen Yan.
Shen Yan looked at him in daze for a long time. Qi Jing also looked back at him, observing his own reflexion flickering slightly in Shen Yan’s eyes. At last, Shen Yan blinked, the image in his eyes now covered in a moist gloss, a lasting gleam that continued to shine in the moment of silence that fell between them.
“Okay.” It was a short, but the most sincere response possible.
Qi Jing listened to him silently, keeping still without any movement. One often doesn’t dare to respond when hearing the long-awaited answer, fearing it’s a dream that can be ended with a single word spoken.
Yet in reality, the one ended wasn’t a dream, but these negative emotions, the anxiety that came from the fear of things slipping out of his grasp when he barely held on to it. The rain had already stopped, no matter if it was for the outside, or the inside of the apartment; it wasn’t just the sky that had cleared up.
He finally smiled silently, raised his head, and once again touched Shen Yan’s lips with his.
Just as they wanted to enjoy this intimacy under the Sunday morning light, the cat’s calls coming from behind the door grew more and more aggrieved, “Meow! Meow! Meow!”
If cat language could be translated, then the literal translation would certainly be “I’m very hungry.”
Little Return Date was especially particular about the status of its stomach—with how miserable its cries sounded, it should already be at the point of scratching the walls from hunger. As its official daddy, Qi Jing had to temporarily let go of its other daddy, laughing as he shook his head. No wonder his colleagues kept talking about how children are the ultimate third wheels of a married couple, as now this fact had been proven right to him—being a qualified kitty’s papa really wasn’t an easy task.
Little Return Date gnawed on the cat food with satisfaction, gulping down the concoction made of powdered milk and supplements. Big Return Date watched his son eat while eating his share of breakfast, all in smiles. That little fella probably didn’t know why it would happen to receive an extra portion that day, its meal that day bigger than usual by a third; but Qi Jing was well aware of the reason in his heart, as the food before him was also more sumptuous than usual.
The reason Shen Yan, the one who prepared all of it, gave was as follows: Sunday was his rest day, so he had plenty of time to take his time cooking breakfast for two people and a cat.
But Qi Jing saw through his true thoughts, only chuckling softly at the situation without exposing him.
Fortunately Shen Yan didn’t have a hangover. Even though he was still a little light-headed after getting out of the bed, it didn’t last long and he felt much better after washing his face with cold water. Just to be safe, Shen Yan took out the leftover sour fish and bamboo shoots soup from the day before and reheated it in a pot. Drinking it hot dissipated the residual effects of the alcohol, so that nauseous feeling finally started to slowly disappear.
Qi Jing was very concerned if he would recover well, not only because he was worried about his body, but also because it was the evening when the first round of the competition was to take place. He was afraid that if Shen Yan was in a bad shape, it would influence his performance. If his first appearance ended up poorly, it could cast a shadow over the next stages of the competition.
“According to the schedule arrangement for the preliminary contest, you only have ‘Old Man Xiao Shan’ for today.” When the two of them sat down together to eat the meal, Qi Jing only hesitated a moment before deciding to get right to the point.
The order in which the semi-finals of《Order to End The Heavens》were executed started with casting for NPCs, then the supporting roles and ended with choosing the best candidates for the main characters.
Currently, the officially announced schedule for the male characters casting preliminary stage looked as follows:
Sunday evening: 6:00-8:00PM—”Liu Suyu”, 8:30-10:30PM—”Old Man Xiao Shan”;
Monday evening: 6:00-8:00PM—”Shopkeeper of an Inn”, 8:30-10:30PM—”Lu Wei”;
Wednesday evening: 6:00-8:00PM—”Yan Buliu”, 8:30-10:30PM—”Bai Ke”;
Saturday evening: 6:00-8:00PM—”Emperor Chang”, 8:30-10:30PM—”Marquess Shunyang”;
Thursday evening: 6:00-8:00PM—”Qin Tuo”, 8:30-10:30PM—”Fang Yisheng”;
Shen Yan signed in for one NPC and two supporting roles while Qi Jing signed for one supporting role and two main roles, so two of Shen Yan’s performances took place before Qi Jing’s.
“Just keep calm and take things in stride.” Even now, Shen Yan’s attitude didn’t change at all.
“Still, today is the first round of the preliminaries and it even happened to be during the weekend. I think that the amount of online listeners won’t be small, a conservative estimations say it wouldn’t be any less than seven, eight thousands.” Qi Jing had seen the numbers before when he was looking through the forum post and the amount of online listeners during two previous competitions almost broke through ten thousand—what he called a “conservative estimation” was already overly conservative.
When the points were being counted, the audience vote held a certain weightage—the smaller the gap between the participants, the more it mattered. Even though it didn’t have much influence score-wise, the atmosphere of the multitude of people present also was a trial for contestants’ mental capabilities.
It’s true that it would be fine as long as Shen Yan “kept calm” as he said, but Qi Jing still didn’t feel completely composed.
“When the time comes, who knows, I may be even more nervous than you.” He laughed and sighed. He could already see his sorry figure sitting with earphones this evening and listening to Shen Yan’s performance, his hands all sweaty.
“Then, would you want to go out with me during the wait time to ask for a peace of mind?” Shen Yan looked at him suddenly, smiling faintly. That night’s competition started at 8:00PM, so they had plenty of time to spend together before that.
Qi Jing stared blankly for a while. He didn’t know how and from whom this peace of mind Shen Yan was talking about would be sought.
“Where would we go?” He asked.
“We’d go to see the one I modelled Old Man Xiao Shan in my heart after.” Shen Yan slightly lifted the veil of the mystery, a gentle smile in his eyes, both his expression and voice unwavering.
In autumn, the weather gets colder with every rain, the temperature falling around five or six whole degrees, so even breathing outside would make white mist appear.
Taking advantage of the fact that Little Return Date had just eaten its fill and was in the middle of a nap, the two of them changed to plain clothes suited for paying respects to the dead before going out together.
After the rain, heavy clouds occupying the sky over the city had a layer peeled off like a quilt teared open, the white cotton from inside spilling out, scattering all over. Those cotton lumps had sucked away all the rainwater, but couldn’t take away the grey colour palette that painted the sky, so they didn’t put an end to the gloomy first impression.
Shen Yan bought white chrysanthemums at the flower store before getting on a bus with Qi Jing and arriving at a cemetery in the northern district of the city.
The cemetery was built a long time ago and its entrance was far from being brand new—the surface of the sign on the front gate had already been painted multiple times, yet its corners still looked worn. But with mountains surrounding from three sides, a river from another and a forestation in progress, it could be considered a good place to rest in peace. A forty minutes long travel already left the bustle of the city behind them and after a rain that had washed away all the dust, the fresh and clean air assaulted their senses, letting them slowly set their heart at peace
Qi Jing observed the surroundings during their walk as Shen Yan led him downhill. After going around a grove of cypresses and pines, a view of neat lines of tombstones facing the water opened before their eyes, extending over along the river banks.
“My grandpa’s ashes are buried here.” Shen Yan’s voice was light, but his tone was heavy.
Because of the rain, there was no one else sweeping graves anywhere near them—only two labourers were sweeping fallen leaves and branches after the rain; thus Qi Jing extended his hand and tugged on Shen Yan’s comfortingly, having him lead the way, “Take me to see him.”
Shen Yan slowly returned the grip, “Mhm.”
Shen Yan’s grandpa’s tombstone was no different from the other tombstones around. White stone for a base with a black marble tablet for an inscription, the characters carved out and filled with a layer of silver paint—it looked solemn and dignified with a black background for the white characters. In the middle of the tombstone, there was also a black and white photograph—the elderly man in the photograph seemed a little younger than at the time of death, so it was probably taken when he was still middle-aged. His gaze was warm and he smiled gently, it was easy to imagine he was a gentle person when alive.
The tombstone was surely erected by the family members, as there were also names of the elderly man’s children and grandchildren inscribed on the tablet.
Qi Jing read it thoroughly. A lot of people on it were surnamed Shen, only the name “Shen Yan” wasn’t inscribed there. His heart trembled the moment he realised that, but he didn’t say anything, moving his eyes away hastily so as to not let Shen Yan notice anything.
Shen Yan indeed didn’t notice his unusual behaviour; he was absorbed in removing the wet leaves from the tomb and brushing away the rain droplets on the monument, only then laying the bouquet of white chrysanthemums there.
“Grandpa, I came to see you.” Shen Yan bent his knees in a half-kneel, but because of the wet soil, he didn’t touch his knees to the ground.
Qi Jing followed his example and knelt down, his expression proper as he introduced himself politely, “Nice to meet you grandpa. My name is Qi Jing, I came today to meet you for the first time.”
At that moment, Shen Yan looked sideways at Qi Jing, the gentleness in his eyes seeping through to his smile. After a while, he looked back at the photography on the tombstone and said, “Qi Jing, he… he’s my boyfriend.” The last word wasn’t easy to say, but once he finally said it, he didn’t regret it.
Qi Jing was dumbfounded—he only processed what Shen Yan had said after a long time, his face growing somewhat hot, in that moment he was too shy to raise his head in front of the gravestone. With such a solemn occasion and before such a respectable person, those words of Shen Yan’s were tantamount to an official introduction.
He knew that Shen Yan was a man who treated relationships seriously, but he still couldn’t hold back the joy he felt when Shen Yan admitted their relationship in front of others.
The elderly man’s smile that was captured from an instance, frozen for a long time like the warmest, the most timely of the blessings.
“Grandpa,” Shen Yan stayed quiet for a while before slowly continuing his words, “when you were approaching your end, you kept worrying about how there was no one to stay by my side, no one to listen to my words—but now it doesn’t matter. Qi Jing is a good person, with him by my side… I will slowly recover from my illness for sure, so please, you don’t have to worry from the other side. Me and him, we will live a good life properly, treasuring all of the present.”
Hearing this, Qi Jing felt his nose growing stuffy for some unknown reason. He did his best to control himself and not fail at holding back his tears in such a moment.
Another spell of silence.
Shen Yan closed his eyes and stopped speaking for three odd minutes before finally continuing, “This evening, I’m about to take the first step. For him, and for myself.” Shen Yan took a deep breath, holding Qi Jing’s hand tightly. He opened his eyes again, determination in his eyes, “I will play a role similar to you personality-wise. I hope you can bless me and help me overcome my mental barriers and… through my voice and my acting, let me show the care you showed me before, convey it to all of the listeners. Thank you.” After saying that, he gave a deep bow.
Qi Jing also held his hand tightly, following his suit in giving a bow as he said inwardly—Thank you grandpa… for taking care of him.
The two of them stayed in front of the grave in silence for a while. They didn’t say anything unnecessary, as there was no need for words. Silence was also a form of communication inherent to Shen Yan.
“Let’s go back.” After a long time, Shen Yan stood up, helping the man beside him up.
“Mhm.”
The two of them placed the flowers there and left the elderly man’s grave, going back the same road without saying a word. It was already around noon, so bit by bit people started showing up, taking advantage of the Sunday holiday to pay respect and clean the graves. Qi Jing thought for a while then pulled Shen Yan’s hand into the side pocket of his overcoat together with his, holding it secretly. The two of them were walking closely side by side, so unless some passerby looked really closely, no one would see them holding hands.
The atmosphere before the grave just now was a bit melancholic. Qi Jing took notice of how Shen Yan’s expression didn’t look good as if his state of mind didn’t recover yet, so he half seriously, half jokingly said, “I thought that after… your ownership got transferred to me, the first time we would go somewhere you would take me on a date—I didn’t expect you to be so bold, immediately taking me to “meet the parents”.”
Sure enough, his words had an instant effect. Shen Yan blanked for a while before suddenly turning his head towards Qi Jing and asked hesitantly, “… Was I too thoughtless?”
To tell the truth, not everyone is fond of going to places like a cemetery.
Qi Jing saw his apprehensive expression and couldn’t help but start laughing, “I was joking. To be honest, I’m very happy that you took me to such an important place.”
Shen Yan breathed with relief upon hearing that. He lowered his head, awkwardly looking away as he hesitated to speak.
“Next time, we’ll go somewhere else on a—” date. Shen Yan didn’t say the last words, but Qi Jing knew what he wanted to say. The corners of his mouth curved up as he chuckled quietly and nodded in response.
There was only one bus stopping by the cemetery and the waiting time for it was quite long. The two of them waited at the bust stop while chatting about the matters related to the contest. At that time, Qi Jing suddenly heard his phone ringing, signaling a received message.
“Crap… It can’t possibly be that something’s happening at the company?” Overtime work at weekend wasn’t an uncommon thing in the news channel and before the accident, Qi Jing belonged to the type who easily got caught in those. Thanks to the director’s favour he could idle away the past half a month, but if there really was a shortage of people to help, he probably wouldn’t be able to escape it.
Qi Jing had to temporarily release Shen Yan’s hand to fish out his phone, unlock it, and check his inbox.
Fortunately it was a message sent by Ning Xiaoxiao. He breathed out with relief, but the moment he opened the message, he sucked that breath back again, the chilling air filling his lungs.
【Senior!! Have you even gone on Weibo!! Hurry up and check it!!】
The text above was the exact content of Junior’s message. This tone, this array of exclamation marks after each sentence… It was no doubt a prelude of havoc to come. It was no surprise for such a prelude to show before every contest.
Qi Jing lifted his phone, hesitant to open his social media for a long time. Shen Yan stood very close to him, so he must have seen the content of the message too, thus Qi Jing gave him an troubled glance.
“Check it, it will be fine as long as nothing happens.” Shen Yan’s words were of no use—with how urgently Ning Xiaoxiao urged him to go end check it, it was already certain that something had definitely happened.
Qi Jing could only resign to his fate and open his social media.
Not bad, not bad. Compared with his miserable experience of his reply getting forwarded more than three thousand times, this time he didn’t get as much of a jumpscare.
Junior ah, Junior, you really love to scare people. The forward count has just hit five hundred yet you’re already messaging me to hurry up. Qi Jing took on the Ah-Q mentality to comfort himself, commenting disdainfully in silence. But the moment he saw the content of the post, Ning Xiaoxiao in his mind immediately became incredibly lofty and wise.
Not only the post itself was frightening, but also the person who posted it.
And the crucial point was, it wasn’t Bronze Sparrow Terrace he expected, but—
CV-Crossing the bridge noodles: For the voice acting competition《Order to End the Heavens》happening tonight, I’ll be competing for “Liu Suyu”. The event starts at 6 PM, can you come to cheer me on? You’re the only one who can make me feel a little better at the moment. Thanks in advance. @CV-Don’t ask for my return date
It was always Qi Jing’s plan to watch the first round. But he wasn’t at all aware that Crossing the bridge noodles was on the list of candidates for Liu Suyu before now. He only wanted to listen to the course of the contest in advance—what the jury took into consideration when scoring a contestant and so on—so he could remind Shen Yan to take note of it when performing.
In the end… Crossing the bridge noodles so openly asked him to cheer on him? In theory, shouldn’t those things be done with his CP?
What does this make of Bronze Sparrow Terrace!
What does this make of Moss stans!
This situation was just straight-up spiralling into one where the “main wife” got together with the rumoured scandalous “mistress”—the drama meter was simply shooting through the roof. Qi Jing believed that this post would be a strong contender for the year-end online voice acting circle’s gossip award.
Just why on earth did Crossing the bridge noodles call him out like that? What’s he hung up about?
Looking at the tone of his post, there was no trace of him acting coquettish, cute, or pretentiously asking for support at all, he also didn’t deliberately speak sarcastically to make a fool out of Qi Jing. It was straightforward, clear-cut and didn’t seem like a joke.
If Crossing the bridge noodles got CP-ed with an old transparent with an amount of fans one digit less than his, it would be far less effective at attracting fans than being together with a great god—not only would it fail to even make an interesting topic to help him raise his popularity, it could also offend the great god, resulting in such an onslaught of antis he wouldn’t be able to recover from it. For him, getting together with Qi Jing had no actual value in the current atmosphere of the fans supporting his CP and supporting the great god.
“I really can’t make any sense of it…” Qi Jing shook his head, bewildered.
The last time, when Crossing the bridge noodles dealt him the final blow with his post, he had already felt that this person doesn’t play according to common sense. Now his actions made him even more confused.
All of sudden, he felt a strong desire to have a good talk about life with Crossing the bridge noodles-kun.
“Crossing the bridge noodles?” Shen Yan kept staring at the screen silently and only now read that ID in a low voice. The light in his pupils flickered and it seemed like some thought appeared in his eyes.
Shen Yan had witnessed the hubbub made by Crossing the bridge noodles’ fans in the post thread for the first episode of《Trap》with all of the demands to change him. That’s why the current development was without doubt very strange, moreover… Shen Yan was now standing by his side as his official “boyfriend”.
“I have nothing to do with that person in private, really.“ Qi Jing blurted out before suddenly realising how nervous he sounded; he feared that the more he tried to clean himself from suspicion, the more suspicious he would seem.
Shen Yan seemed surprised. He looked at him acting so eager to explain himself and couldn’t help a low chuckle, “I believe you,” those three words were like a shot in an arm, while the rest of his words were just a simple supplement, “I will support you, no matter what you decide to do. That’s why, feel free to handle it as you see fit.”
A/N:
After looking at the comments I realised that apparently it’s really important who tops and who bottoms in this novel?? Sure enough, my silly style of leaving the differentiation between top and bottom ambiguous continues till today… In all honesty, Shen Yan is a top, even though Qi Jing seems to get more and more ‘top’ with the course of time, but I still think that in terms of the strength of his spirit, he’s still a little bit behind Shen Yan.
In fact, I wanted to write out a scene similar in feel to the cover in the previous chapter, although it seems that it didn’t turn out as similar… As for the comrades disappointed at the lack of smut, I’m really sorry, but I feel that that kind of development was more suited to their characters and the circumstances they were in, I guess that’s my own way of thinking about it. I think that if they were genuinely moved by the feelings of the characters, they would be happy for them no matter what opponent play they acted out.
T/N:
Lucilla: *just sits in the background as a switch fan* Also. The black haired one on the cover is Shen Yan??? SHOOK! I always thought it was Qi Jing…
I recently checked the average character count for the chapters in EROVA and it seems like it has the highest average character count out of every novel I ever read. That’s quite a way to start your journey with translating (゜▽゜)
Mashiro: Ah, poor QJ trying to prove his innocence in front of his BOYFRIEND (*>艸<)hahahaa