Be a real Phoenix man

Three in the morning.

The city has completely fallen into a slumber, the streets below the high-rise buildings are quiet, there is no movement at all, only the orange street lamps are on one by one, lined up in a lonely row.

Ye Qingluan drew the blackout curtains, and his whole body blended into the darkness of the bedroom.

At three thirty, there should be some movement.He couldn't help but cast his eyes on the computer screen glowing with faint blue light again, his heart beating like a drum, and then he pressed the mouse with his right hand trembling.

Refresh the page.

The internet speed at this time was extremely fast, so fast that in the blink of an eye, the message section under his article popped up.

Too bad it's blank there.No reader came over to leave a message immediately.

Ye Qingluan's heart sank suddenly, and a layer of cold sweat soaked his forehead.

He always posted at three o'clock in the morning.Most of them are night owls, writing at night and resting during the day, especially Ye Qingluan.He always feels that only when his whole body is plunged into deep and unreasonable darkness can his enthusiasm and inspiration come out.

Especially today.After struggling and thinking repeatedly during this period of time, he finally made a decision today - to change his writing style.In order to inspire even a little spark, he even did... such indescribable things in the morning.

It's embarrassing, but really inspiring.It was the first time that Ye Qingluan didn't take a nap. He spent the whole afternoon typing out the outline of the new article. At night, he typed 15000 words of Chapter while the iron was hot, and sent it out at three o'clock in the morning.

According to the usual practice, although there are very few readers reading the article at this time, and although Ye Qingluan's popularity has been declining, there are still some loyal readers after all.These people never follow the trend and criticize him, but always encourage and support him, and they will come as scheduled every day when he updates the article.

It is precisely because of the love of these readers that Ye Qingluan can persist until now.

But now, after the new article was sent out, it has been an hour, and there is still no one to leave a message.

Ye Qingluan glanced at the time bar in the lower right corner of the computer again, his face flushed suddenly.

Sure enough, his new article is still too strange.The protagonist Shou met the protagonist Gong in Chapter 1, and because of some unavoidable reasons, the protagonist Gong saw his body... This kind of plot is really too explicit and perverted, and everyone can't accept it.

Ye Qingluan became more and more embarrassed, looking a little dazed.

Today, even that reader did not show up.

Among his few remaining diehard fans, there is a reader whose ID is "Phoenix Enters My Arms" who impressed him very deeply.This reader is not like other people who like him, who always passionately confess to himself in the message area, or chat with him with various cute emoticons and emoticons. On the contrary, "Phoenix into my arms" is always reticent Every time it appears, only a few words such as "come on" and "good-looking" are left behind.However, he is one of the rare readers who can leave him a message without leaving a chapter.

The point is, he's always the first to leave a comment, not even more than 10 minutes after he posted it.The time is approaching, and sometimes Ye Qingluan can't help but think that he probably really wants to encourage himself, so he made a comment before even reading the text.And he kept watch every night until the wee hours of the morning.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingluan was inexplicably moved.

But today he panicked - he didn't even show "Phoenix into My Arms", does it mean that he really broke down?The collapse was such a mess that he couldn't even say a simple "come on".

Ye Qingluan's hand holding the mouse became colder and colder.Otherwise, when no one left a message, delete it as soon as possible.Otherwise, not only will he win ridicule and accusations from others, but he will also scare away these loyal readers.

Ye Qingluan felt an indescribable sadness.He backed out from the current page, and the mouse frantically searched for the word delete on the page.

Halfway through, he stopped abruptly.

He saw that there was a "1" next to his new post, which meant that there was finally a comment in the message area!

Ye Qingluan rushed in impatiently, his breathing was almost stagnant.

However, something went wrong with the network that was supposed to be smooth and unimpeded. The circle representing the loading progress was blocked in the center of the screen and kept spinning around, making him flustered.

Finally, the message area popped up, and he saw that comment!

——"Did you really write this? It's so well written that I can't stop and taste it. I never imagined that you would write such a text, which is very unlike your style. But, I am very expect."

Seeing such comments, Ye Qingluan's heart pounded. He glanced at the reader's ID, but was stunned.

The ID signature is "Phoenix into my arms".

This is the first time "Phoenix Enters My Arms" has written such a long comment for him.

Before Ye Qingluan had time to sigh, he saw the second comment.It was still "Phoenix into my arms", and it said "I really want to see you, you should be more exciting than Xiaoyan."

"Xiaoyan" is the name of the main character in his novel. He looks pretty and lovely, with fair and smooth skin. When the main character Gong "Mo Yu" knocked on the door, "Xiao Yan" had just taken a shower in the hotel bathroom, wearing a bathrobe. Put it on the body, half-covered.

It was a very evocative description.

With a "snap", Ye Qingluan closed the lid of the computer, closed his eyes blushingly, and turned his face away.

"Phoenix into my arms" actually said such words to him... Is he being molested?

Ye Qingluan stared at the closed computer with some embarrassment, suddenly remembered something, and was startled.

No, he never revealed his gender to readers, and he never appeared in events such as author conferences. No one should know that he is a man.

But "Phoenix Comes into My Arms" compared him to the protagonist Shou in the article, but it clearly regarded him as a man.This is unbelievable in a literary website with a majority of female authors.

Or, was he just thinking too much? "Phoenix enters my bosom" may just be fascinated by reading the text, and I just substituted it casually.

This guess relieved him a little, he reopened the computer cover, and refreshed the page again.

No one else has left a message yet.Maybe it's a new article, and you haven't noticed it yet.Ye Qingluan exhaled lightly, and turned his attention to the two conspicuous comments in the message area.

On the other hand, does such a comment mean... His new article is still worth reading?

Unable to suppress the expectation, Ye Qingluan smirked twice and turned off the power.The bedroom suddenly became dark, and the exhaustion of writing in front of the computer for several hours was like this darkness. Ye Qingluan closed his eyes and threw himself into the soft quilt behind him, rubbing his cheeks. Rubbing on the soft pillow, I gradually sank into a dream.

That night, he slept very restlessly.

Suddenly, in the dream, a large number of readers ran to his new article, and they all praised him excitedly: "Qingluan writes really well!" It's gone, everyone is optimistic about him, and his new article really rushed to the number one position on the site at the fastest speed.The long-lost first.

He was excited when the scene suddenly changed.All other readers who left comments on this article are gone!All the comments in the comment area turned into "Phoenix into my arms", which was full and took up an entire page.

"I really want to see you."

"Do you also use a bathrobe to half-cover your chest after taking a bath, revealing your delicate and fair skin?"

"I really want to hug you. Is Xiaoyan going to have a relationship with Mo Yu next? I really look forward to the next one, it will definitely make me want to stop."

"Qingluan, you are a boy. I guessed right."

"Qingluan, do you also like men? You are gay."

"Ye Qingluan, you are gay."

Ye Qingluan suddenly opened his eyes and sat up in horror.His heart seemed to be pinched by someone, making him panting heavily.

He looked around blankly.The morning sun cast only a faint layer of light and shadow through the thick blackout curtains, illuminating the room in darkness.On the desk opposite the bed, the laptop was lying there with its lid closed.

It turned out to be just a dream.

Ye Qingluan slumped back on the bed as if he had loosened his strength.He wiped the cold sweat from his brow, wanting to sleep for a while.Usually he sleeps until noon.

But for some reason, I couldn't fall asleep.Fragments of the dream replayed indistinctly in his mind, making him uneasy.

"Ye Qingluan, you are gay." He remembered this sentence very clearly.

He suddenly regretted that he sent out the new article so impulsively yesterday.After all, this style change was too sudden, maybe, maybe he should change his vest.

Ye Qingluan tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, but still couldn't fall asleep.He threw off the quilt, got out of bed, and walked to the desk.

He couldn't wait to see if there were any new messages under the text.

But before his hands touched the computer, a strange feeling came from an indescribable part of his body.

There was a bit of hard pain, and a bit of itching that was about to come out, mixed together and rushing back and forth.

Ye Qingluan suddenly remembered what shameful things he did yesterday.He bit his thin lip with his teeth, and rushed into the bathroom with a sullen face like a quail.

Although he had never experienced love affairs before, he had also heard of it sporadically. The gay circle was not like what was written in the novel.The receiving side is actually quite hard. If you enter without preparation for the first time, or if you go too hard, you will be injured and inflamed.

Is he inflamed?

Ye Qingluan's face turned red all the way up to his neck.He wanted to check if the back was broken, but his hands were circling around, but he didn't have the courage to poke in again.

Dejectedly, he raised his face and glanced at himself in the mirror, but was suddenly stunned.The hand also loosened suddenly, hanging by the side.

Is that him in the mirror?Or is it still a dream?

His hand caressed his cheek involuntarily—I saw that the originally yellow and dull complexion seemed to have been refined, and it became white like an egg that has been peeled off its shell. The touch under his hand was also surprisingly good, smooth , tender.He didn't even dare to touch it.

Then look at the dark circles under the eyes that have not faded for many years, and they have faded a lot, and they are almost invisible when they are far away.

Ye Qingluan couldn't help but leaned closer to the mirror to take a look, only to find that his skin color had not only turned white, but even the pores on it had become much smaller.It was simply the face of a young man.

He still couldn't hold back, and poked his face with his finger.Tsk, so tender.

Ye Qingluan was completely at a loss.