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Shen Wei still hadn’t turned up anywhere, and the only clue they had was this damn game he apparently sent to Zhao Yunlan.
And Zhao Yunlan still had no idea why he did that, and how he knew Zhao Yunlan at all.

“So what’s the plan here?” Da Qing asked, mumbling slightly. He was obviously eating something, probably sprawled in a chair, while here Zhao Yunlan was, running his ass off. “You will level up enough to use that key, open a magical door, and then Shen Wei will come out clad all in white and swoon into your waiting arms?”

He sounded so amused, too. He was obviously getting a kick out of this.

“Sadly no, but maybe we will figure out why the last thing he did before pulling a Houdini was sending me an unreleased game,” Zhao Yunlan grumbled. “And I do not want Shen Wei to fall into my arms.”

“Oh please,” Da Qing snorted. “I’ve seen the pictures of this guy. You obviously do.”

“So,” she asks, “what do you think is the best place to do this?”

Xiao-Bai shoots her an impish grin that is offset by the softness hiding in his eyes.

“I was thinking you start on the couch, and then we’ll see what happens.”

or, two weeks after their shoot wraps, Bai Yu calls Ni Ni with a proposition from him and his boyfriend – An experiment, for both of us. All of us, if you want. – and Ni Ni remembers the way Zhu Yilong had looked at her, when they worked together, with a kind of barely concealed yearning in his eyes for something that she had never known she could want too... She’s never said no to an experiment before.

Musicvideo fan fiction! Has the promise which was made by Chen Yiming in season 2 come true that next time it would not take 10.000 years again for them to meet? Please finish season 2 before you start with this one.

Shen Wei wanted to go on a date. But this is not what he had in mind. He thought they'd go to the park for a walk or have a picnic as the sun set. Maybe go hiking! This? This never even crossed his mind.

He knew a man was his destiny, from the time a raven devoured a god's eye.
"Is it a worthy sacrifice for you?"
"Yes," a quiet, pleased reply came from the entity's lips.
All around was misty, scent of dried herbs burning, white smoke dancing.
Respect was a requirement when submitting to the judgment of an ancient hand.
...
“When the moon swallowed the sun and night swallowed the earth,” Shen Wei’s voice was a placid whisper, the path of his fingers tracing patterns, “when wolves became kings and men bowed down, there was a time of silence. 'Thought' murmurs to me that I am a wolf, 'memory' murmurs to me that I am night. But my spirit screams that I am a shadow.”