TGBOG Chapter 12

Recently, the “Meteor Garden” group chat was filled with a joyful atmosphere, with conversations resembling a wedding planning committee for Shen An and Duan Ruxing. Every time Zhao Yijia opened WeChat, he felt the group name should be changed to “Shen An and Duan Ruxing’s Wedding Planning Committee.”

Tian Gai: Master Twelve, how’s the outline coming along? Has Shen An prepared the wedding attire?

Sleepy Fox: That’s a mortal’s way. As cultivators, they should find a hidden paradise—under the open sky and on the earth—aligning with their names, An (shore) and Xing (star).

Qin Hai: They haven’t even confirmed their relationship. What happened to the aphrodisiac plan?

Sleepy Fox: There should still be some ceremonial aspect. They could fall into a secret realm, with their primal spirits bound to a pair of newlyweds, then it would be logical.

Tian Gai: However, Shen An is not actually under control. He could leave at any time…

Qin Hai: Exciting!

Zhao Zhao: …Are you guys writing this or is Master Twelve?

Tian Gai: Zhao’er, why are you so calm? Aren’t you excited for Master Twelve to write the bed scene?

Zhao Zhao: …What’s there to be excited about?

Sleepy Fox: Master Twelve usually writes detective and mystery stories with a very calm tone. I’m actually looking forward to seeing him write such a vivid scene.

Zhao Zhao: …

Zhao Zhao: Do you guys want to see Master Twelve write a bed scene or act it out?

Sleepy Fox: Eh, now that you mention it…

Tian Gai: Now I’m excited…

Qin Hai: Twelve Ye.AVI, live passion, online download.

Ye Luan: With whom?

Qin Hai: A few days ago, Zhao Zhao got you, and you got the bed scene, so it must be you two.

Ye Luan: [Congratulations and Best Wishes]

Qin Hai: [Thank you, Boss.gif]

Sleepy Fox: [Thank you, Boss.gif]

Tian Gai: [Thank you, Boss.gif]

Zhao Zhao: [Black Question Mark.jpg]

Just as Zhao Yijia sent an emoji, his phone showed a message from Ye Luan:

Ye Luan: Coming back the day after tomorrow.

Zhao Yijia’s brain short-circuited, and he replied: So soon? Are we starting the shoot? [Side-eye smile.jpg]

After waiting for a while with no reply, Zhao Yijia wondered if Ye Luan was upset. Then he saw Ye Luan calling him directly.

Zhao Yijia answered with a smile, “Ye Luan~”

Ye Luan: “What are you doing?”

His voice was a bit hoarse, sounding tender. Zhao Yijia’s face inexplicably heated up.

Zhao Yijia walked to the balcony: “Watching TV. Why are you coming back the day after tomorrow? Weren’t you supposed to be away for a while?”

Ye Luan: “There’s a meeting in the neighbouring city. After that, I’ll come back for the weekend.”

Zhao Yijia: “Alright, I’ll make you something delicious.”

Ye Luan: “Buy some shrimp. I learned a recipe for salt and pepper shrimp. I’ll cook for you.”

Zhao Yijia laughed: “Are you serious? I love shrimp.” Salt and pepper shrimp is a simple dish, but for someone like Ye Luan, who never cooks, Zhao Yijia was skeptical.

Ye Luan: “It’s really good. I couldn’t wait to show off.”

Zhao Yijia: “I’m really looking forward to it then.”

After hanging up, Zhao Yijia stood on the balcony, letting the wind blow.

From the Moon Viewing Event to now, it had only been a few months, but they had become as familiar as long-time friends, their relationship progressing rapidly. They chatted almost every day, sometimes in the morning, sometimes before bed. Every day, Ye Luan’s name appeared at the top of Zhao Yijia’s WeChat list.

This made Zhao Yijia uneasy.

Even with someone as naturally sociable and talkative as Tian Gai, he had never been in such frequent contact. Due to family changes in his childhood, Zhao Yijia wasn’t as talkative in real life as he was online. His friendship with Tian Gai began because Tian Gai loved a supporting character in his novel and pestered him for more scenes. Tian Gai was also friends with Sleepy Fox, who was close to Qin Hai. They all became friends through mutual connections. The annual Moon Viewing Event became their yearly meetup.

He had very few friends. In fact, outside the internet, Zhao Yijia had no friends at all.

It seemed like ages since he had someone with whom he could maintain such a close yet comfortable distance, sharing mundane things.

He really, really enjoyed chatting with Ye Luan.

Ye Luan arrived at Fifth Garden at exactly 4 p.m. He stood in the hallway, changing his shoes and chatting with Zhao Yijia: “Where’s your bank card?”

Zhao Yijia looked confused: “In my wallet.”

Ye Luan: “Do you have a draft of your new novel?”

Zhao Yijia: “Yes.”

Ye Luan turned around, looking at him without speaking.

Zhao Yijia grew even more puzzled: “What’s wrong?”

Ye Luan sighed and opened his arms: “Then what are you waiting for? Come and pamper me.”

Only then did Zhao Yijia remember the joke in the group chat after the 10,000-word review was posted. He looked at Ye Luan, only to find Ye Luan gazing at him with warm eyes.

Zhao Yijia’s heart trembled.

His hands by his sides subconsciously clenched. Despite his blushing cheeks, he stepped forward and hugged Ye Luan:

“Alright.”