Bingge explaining leaving all his wives for a twink reditor. Not by words, but by leaving a stack of regret of chuchang books behind and fucking Off for his bingmeification and house husband life.
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Bingge explaining leaving all his wives for a twink reditor. Not by words, but by leaving a stack of regret of chuchang books behind and fucking Off for his bingmeification and house husband life.
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"Do you need meals prepared?" Luo Jiangxue asked, sounding somewhat eager despite the cool professionalism he was radiating out of every pore. Dark eyes nearly sparkled in his direction. "No," er-ge's cold voice cracked through their conversation like an ice breaker in the North Atlantic. "Ahem," Shen Yuan's face was a little rictus in its grin, deliberately not looking over at his brother. "We had not budgeted for that, and I have a pretty strict diet for the moment --" "For the rest of your life," er-ge chimed in again, like a funerary gong.
Shen Yuan, after suffering hospitalization and concurrent surgery, is strong-armed by his family into getting a live-in nurse while he recovers. Luo Jiangxue has excellent credentials, is kind, if a bit young, and seems perfectly qualified. Shen Yuan has no idea why his older brother hates the guy on sight, but can they at least have their weird tension-filled staring contests in their off-hours?? Shen Yuan just wants to recuperate, and fast, so he doesn't have to suffer through the mortifying ordeal of being nursed.
It's not like anything else is going on.