Gotta stop having the absolute confidence that if one novel of the author is a 10/10 for me then the rest of the same author's work should be the same or close. My bad, I'm still so disappointed that Sui Yu Tou Zhu didn't make me feel as over the moon as Crossover actors.
Just finished Bei Nan's 偷風不偷月 (Steal on a windy night, not when there's a full moon) and IT IS SO GOOD
(out of curiously i went and asked chatgpt to translate that expression and it went: It literally means "stealing wind, not stealing moon" but it is an idiomatic expression meaning to save money and cut corners. -- uh ... no)
You will have to hunt down all the meat that has been chopped off jjwxc, it's a bit of a mince pie, but it's still meat and it is good
There are writers that makes me finish a million word novel in a week (cough, P大) because the style is so bad that I only read for plot, and then there's Bei Nan, whose writing is so pretty it actually made me want to slow down and go over sentences again.
Zhuang Fanxin lowered his gaze and saw the bottle of medication in Gu Zhuoyan’s hand. He started as if he’d been burned. “No—”
He hurried to deny it, but realised that denial was futile. “I’m, not—it’s not what you think.
“Let me explain.” Zhuang Fanxin was so frightened, he grew incoherent, so earnest he was on the verge of tears. “I’m better now, I’ve recovered. I just, I just have them in case…
“I just take one when I’m scared I won’t be well, I’m not sick anymore… I’m really not sick anymore…”
Furious, Gu Shibo said, “Get the hell back here! What do you have to do in the middle of the holidays?”
Wandering downward, Gu Zhuoyan caressed the dimples of Zhuang Fanxin’s back, then strayed further down, a secretly naughty smile appearing on his face. “Someone.”