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“Shen-laoshi is an expert with a knife,” she murmurs, appreciatively. Shen Wei slowly puts it down, balancing it on its side beside the cut of beef. “Believe me, I know good knifework when I see it.” The smirk is audible in her voice.

“You’re a little close, Zhao-chuzhang,” says Shen Wei, in a low voice.

“Really? I thought this was a hands-on experience.” Still, she slips her arms from Shen Wei’s shoulders and steps back, leaving just a hint of fragrance behind. “Please, laoshi. Tell us more about meat.”

"You know," Zhao Yunlan spoke with enough emphasis to break through Lin Jing's focus as he approached the man's desk, "there's just so much about you that makes you such a fake monk. Like, a lot." As their boss goes on, the self-satisfied grin on his face only grew.
Lin Jing looked away from his monitor slowly, turning his head to the side just enough to side eye the other. "Excuse me?" he asked, despite clearly having heard the words based on the offended tone.
"You, Fake Monk," Zhao Yunlan continued, not dissuaded by the nonverbal warning he was being given. "Like there's the usual stuff, right?" He leaned his hip against the edge of Lin Jing's desk as he invaded the man's personal space with the look of a predator. Despite the years of being a ghost, Wang Zheng knew that in this moment, Lin Jing was the man's prey even if he didn't realize it yet. "Like eating meat and drinking. But there's more to it, too. Like really, really obvious stuff.
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Zhao Yunlan came up with what he thought was a very clever line on a slow, boring day at SID and was eager to subject Lin Jing to it... Unfortunately, things don't go exactly how he expected.

Shen Wei isn’t really very clear on what Zhao Yunlan and his colleagues do with the majority of their time. Obviously some of it is spent on investigations, and presumably the paperwork that comes of them. Some must be spent on training, and miscellaneous administrative details. But beyond that, he really has no sense of their professional lifestyle. Partially, this is because when they’re together, Zhao Yunlan doesn’t want to talk about work. Often he’s tired, sometimes hurt, and Shen Wei focuses on the health of both his soul and his body with hearty warming meals and the reassurance his own body can offer pressed to Zhao Yunlan’s.

Or: Shen Wei takes care of Zhao Yunlan after his return from a soul-tarnishing case.

"If I close my eyes instead of staring into nothingness, there is light. Many points of light, countless, perhaps infinite." This took Wei by surprise. Unlike him, the other one didn't usually go to the borders, so Wei thought that the white being had never seen those things.
"The stars, you mean?"
"Oh, so it has a name?"

Zhao Yunlan kissing Shen Wei's heart.