ARCHIVE OF DIXING | English 镇魂 Guardian Fanworks Directory

Back in the future, in the world where Shen Wei is wrapped with mysteries – which are rapidly unravelling, now – Shen Wei is so hungry for his touches. For every pat, every nudge, every palm on his shoulder or knee to his knee.

This man, though, behaves like no one has ever touched him. When Zhao Yunlan reaches for him he leans away, wide-eyed and reticent. Not afraid, he thinks. Shen Wei must know how strong he is, all the powers at his command. But – unfamiliar. Almost like a feral cat, who doesn’t know how to trust, much less how to enjoy.

Zhao Yunlan cannot help but bring his hands to his chest and press the cell phone against his heart. Ah, Shen Wei, Shen Wei!... Every detail of his is perfect... Can there be greater grace than having him by his side? Da Qing snorts again in annoyance. Zhao Yunlan is about to throw the phone at him when an incoming call interrupts. For a second, he thinks it might be his dear baobei, but he stops when he sees it is his mother.
Finally! His dear Empress deigns to return his call.
However, it is not her voice that he hears on the other end.
It is labored breathing...
"Ma?"
A high-pitched giggle answers his question.
He has heard that way of laughing before...
From someone who is supposed to be dead.
"Who is there? If you have done something to her..."
"Kunlun..."
Only one being has said his name with that almost mocking cadence.
Impossible.
"Gui Mian."

just some mess

“Two!” says Zhao Yunlan, inanely, looking from the dicks to Shen Wei’s face and seeing guarded uncertainty there. He takes control of himself, suppressing his playful instincts. “Xiao Wei, either take off those pants or put them on, but don’t just – stand there, like you want me to conduct an exam. I never want to see you take off your clothes again as if you expect me to judge you. I’ll never do that. I don’t need to see any part of you I haven’t seen to know that I love it just as much as I love you.”

Had absolutely all the sacrifices really been necessary?
As Lin Jing walked the path ahead, perhaps the answers he didn't expect were exactly the ones he needed to find. Fake monk or not, he believed what he believed, and redemption was not a negotiable commodity. Sometimes all it took was a hand to reach out and change the course of everything.
That sense of unfairness had seeped into him.
...
Gui Mian sat up, resting his head in his hands and he tried to settle his breathing. Months of nights that were often filled with nightmares were taking its toll. Something needed to change. There was only one thing that he could think of that would calm him. He needed to see Lin Jing again.