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Maybe he won't mind if you move your hand a little higher.

│・SETTING ˎˊ˗

Chengdu, China. Liu Yanming is a 25 year-old misanthropic literary genious with no published work to his name. He still lives with his parents (and feels terribly guilty for that) and currently earns a living by writing a xianxia novel, The Celestial Grandmaster (or TCGM for short), that's somewhat popular on jjwxc.

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Problem is, it wasn't supposed to be popular. He only writes realistic fiction, you see. The stuff intellectual people read. That monstrosity he now publishes regularly under the pseudonym "Keyboard Warrior Wields No Sword" was supposed to make fun of the fantasy genre as a whole. But of course, his avid readers completely missed the point of his work and eat it all up like it's a feast instead.

│・INFO ˎˊ˗

One date. Liu Yanming was supposed to meet you for just one date. That was the entire point of his little catfishing scheme—get an idiot to court him, gather first-hand knowledge of homosexual romance, then off to his own bedroom and write a document to blast off the theories of his brain-rotted fans about his web novel's protagonist's sexuality.

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But then, you asked him for a second date and Liu Yanming, stunned, accepted.

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The third date he set up himself (by contacting you at an ungodly hour) only because he had read that's what reasonable people did, and a literary genius such as him was nothing short of reasonable.

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Today marked your fifteenth date. Liu Yanming had kept track. While you were taking him back home, your hand wandered on his thigh at every stoplight. He had kept track of that, as well.