TGBOG Chapter 14

Confusion

Posted by April Fox, ? Views, Released on August 17, 2024

Facebook Twitter WhatsApp Pinterest Telegram

Yuesi Literature Network Official Forum – Girls’ Channel – BL Chat Area

[Discussion] A certain online god signed a new company, didn’t write a single word of a new novel, claimed to be too busy, but wrote a 10,000-word review for a certain writer on Weibo. What’s the deal?

…

108L: Holy crap, I didn’t expect this thread to be revived. Everyone, go check Weibo, there’s candy!!!

109L: What happened to Ye being a cold male god? He posted about Zhao Zhao again!

110L: Twelve Ye’s tone is a bit strange.

111L: I can’t ship RPS, too many have ended badly.

112L: The Moon Viewing Event wasn’t that long ago, and they’re already this close? And this is clearly at Zhao Zhao’s place.

113L: [Reply to 80L]: There’s a hint of pampering too.

114L: The shrimp looks delicious. Zhao Zhao cooks better than me, a girl [blush].

115L: Haha, after all, he’s the best writer in the culinary world.

116L: [Screenshot] Look, this is the shrimp the Little Prince made before. It looks better than the one posted on Weibo. I have a bold idea. This shrimp…

117L: [Reply to 116L]: OMG!

118L: [Reply to 116L]: No doubt, Ye made it.

119L: [Reply to 116L]: As a Ye fan, I don’t think he knows how to cook…

120L: [Reply to 119L]: OMG! So who made the six dishes in Twelve Ye’s previous Weibo post?

121L: [Reply to 120L]: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You discovered the key point!!!!

122L: So, the six dishes posted by Twelve Ye were actually made by Zhao Zhao, and the dish Zhao Zhao posted today was made by Twelve Ye? They’re definitely living together!

123L: [Screenshot] [Screenshot] Look closely, the tablecloth on the left is checkered, with matching lines, and there’s a line on the plate on the right, matching the thickness of the left.

124L: I replied to this post before, thinking it was just casual shipping. Is there more to this?

125L: [Reply to 123L]: I’m shipping this CP!

…

Zhao Yijia hadn’t written anything for two days.

Luckily, his new novel had a backlog of chapters, and it wasn’t his turn for “The Villain’s Strategy Guide,” otherwise he would have to leave it blank.

That night, after Ye Luan kissed Zhao Yijia while covering his eyes, he said, “Sorry, I only have three hours. I need to head to the airport soon.”

Zhao Yijia was still immersed in that unexpected kiss: his blood had rushed to his face, his breathing was shaky, and his mind was buzzing.

When Ye Luan spoke, Zhao Yijia thought absentmindedly: Thankfully, his eyes were covered, so Ye Luan couldn’t see his blush.

Then, Zhao Yijia’s vision began to brighten as Ye Luan removed his hand, causing Zhao Yijia to instinctively shut his eyes again, his eyelashes trembling nervously. He guessed Ye Luan had seen it because he heard a soft chuckle.

After a while, Zhao Yijia heard the rustling sounds of Ye Luan tidying up: Ye Luan cleaning the table, washing dishes, arranging the chairs, and then approaching Zhao Yijia again.

Zhao Yijia, who had been slightly relaxed, tensed up once more, only to feel something soft and light draped over him: a thin blanket.

“I’ll be leaving soon. Don’t lie here for too long, and—”

Ye Luan paused, his voice dropping to a whisper, “Wait for me to come back.” Then there were the fading footsteps of Ye Luan, until the door closed with a “thud.”

Silence enveloped the room, broken only by the unrelenting light of the overhead lamp.

Zhao Yijia slowly opened his eyes and sat up from the floor. He looked at the blanket draped over him and couldn’t help but touch the corner of his mouth: he felt a bit lost and couldn’t quite describe his feelings.

Ye Luan kissed him. What did it mean?

Ye Luan kissed him and said nothing. What did that mean?

Ye Luan kissed him, said nothing, and left. What the hell did that mean?

Zhao Yijia kept coming up with answers, only to reject them. He didn’t seem to be troubled by being kissed by a “man,” but rather by being kissed by this particular man.

He cared about the meaning behind the kiss.

When he realized this, his previously restless heart gradually calmed down.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Ye Luan was actually feeling a bit regretful.

In his original plan, his approach to Zhao Yijia was like boiling a frog in warm water, taking it slow. He intended to make a memorable confession once the time was right, rather than impulsively kissing Zhao Yijia and then leaving. He had traveled for 7-8 hours just to have a meal with Zhao Yijia, and the kiss was not part of his plan. But planned or not, the kiss happened.

He didn’t dare to look closely at Zhao Yijia’s expression.

He feared seeing fear or disgust on Zhao Yijia’s face.

If Yue Mian knew what he was thinking now, he’d probably laugh his head off: when had the always-composed Ye Luan ever been so timid?

But in love, there’s no such thing as composure. Once you fall for someone, there’s no escaping unscathed.

Ye Luan thought: a brief separation might be good. Distance creates beauty, giving Zhao Yijia some time to process. When he sees him next time, he’ll explain everything.

But thoughts are one thing; in reality, Ye Luan was a bit anxious. It had been two days, and he hadn’t contacted Zhao Yijia, nor had Zhao Yijia contacted him. Ye Luan kept locking and unlocking his phone, his anxiety affecting everyone around him.

“Mr. Ye, this is the detailed situation of my project so far. Do you have any questions?”

Ye Luan stopped what he was doing and looked at the person, “I think…”

The person across from him looked nervous.

Ye Luan smiled, “Sorry, I’ve been a bit tired these past two days. I’d like a cup of coffee and a short break.”

Taking his phone, Ye Luan went into the designated break room, took a deep breath, and dialed Zhao Yijia’s number.

The phone rang nine times. When it finally connected, it felt like an eternity for Ye Luan.

Ye Luan: “I’m so tired~”

Zhao Yijia: “…”

Zhao Yijia glanced at the name on his phone. It was indeed Ye Luan. But if his ears weren’t mistaken, the first words from the caller sounded a bit like whining?

As if fearing the silence, Ye Luan quickly added, “My flight last night at 9 was delayed by three hours. I didn’t get to the hotel until 4 in the morning and had to get up at 7. I’m exhausted.”

That schedule indeed sounded grueling. Zhao Yijia’s heart softened, “When will your work be finished?”

Ye Luan’s lips curved into a smile, “About two more hours.”

Zhao Yijia: “Oh.”

Feeling that a single “oh” was a bit dry, Zhao Yijia awkwardly tried to keep the conversation going, “I haven’t written in two days.”

Ye Luan: “Writer’s block?”

Zhao Yijia thought, “Isn’t it your fault?” but mumbled, “I guess.”

Ye Luan: “In my room, there’s a small box in the drawer of the left bedside table.”

Zhao Yijia: “Huh?”

Ye Luan: “I have a habit of writing down ideas on sticky notes and keeping them in that box. You can take a look and see if there’s anything that can help you with your writer’s block.”

Zhao Yijia: “Is that okay?”

Ye Luan: “Why not? I hope you can bring my ideas to life, give them meaning.”

This seemingly official response unexpectedly moved Zhao Yijia.

Every writer feels a sense of fulfillment when they transform a fleeting idea into thousands, tens of thousands, or even millions of words.

After hanging up, Zhao Yijia went to Ye Luan’s room and found the box. He didn’t actually have writer’s block, nor did he want help with his writing. He just wanted to know more about Ye Luan through these ideas.

Zhao Yijia picked up a neatly folded sticky note and unfolded it:

“The weapon is hidden in the pen, always close by.”

Zhao Yijia smiled: typical of a mystery writer.

He folded it back and picked another one:

“Tattoo, cake, loves sweets.”

Clearly a character description.

“Rescuing plants and fish.”

This must be something a character needs to do.

“Hello, Xu, hello, Xu XX.”

He wondered if there was something special about these two “hellos.”

“Darkness, Shen An, where are you? I’m here, kiss me.”

Even a plot point from “The Villain’s Strategy Guide,” and it was quite sweet!