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After three sleepless days chasing a murderous creature through Dragon City, Zhao Yunlan is running out of patience—and coffee. Then Shen Wei walks into SID carrying exactly what he needs: a freshly severed piece of the monster in a plastic container. Shen Wei insists it is merely useful evidence; Zhao Yunlan insists it is the most romantic gift he has ever received. Unfortunately for everyone else in the office, Zhao Yunlan is more than willing to defend that opinion.

“Are you listening to me?”

Chu Shuzhi nods. His heart beats so loud.
A hand cards through his short hair, there’s the light scratch of trimmed nails right on the back of his head.
He hums, mostly in pleasure.

Da Qing had a very bad day. Thankfully he has someone in his life who can make it a little bit better. 😊

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Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei have an intimate interaction focused around Zhao Yunlan kissing Shen Wei's heart.

You Dongdong, like every incarnation of Kunlun, also deserves to be raised judged by Da Qing!

“I promised I would protect you, Lu. I'm not letting anyone hurt you today.”

A signed medical registry, a twenty-seven-day countdown, and a quiet promise to make it to the capital before the spring cherry blossoms bloom.

Senior Inspector Xie Jiahua thought he had finally bought them a future away from the blood and corruption of Lake City. But on a freezing mountain bypass, the shadows of the past catch up—forcing Lu Guangming to face the one truth he was never prepared for.

"Why would you—" Wei gasps between the kisses, pulling Kunlun so close that he can feel his heartbeat in his own chest. "Why would you show me how it feels— how we feel, and then leave me here, why would you do that?"

"Is that a kink?"

Yeah, probably. Not a kink Zhao Yunlan would have expected himself to have, but pretty much everything Shen Wei has ever done makes some kind of primal heat coil in his belly, rewiring him in ways that are both new and strangely right.

He's not sure if the relief is supposed to come from finding a familiar detail or from not finding it. It never comes either way.

Their bodies were warm from the lingering closeness between them, the sheets tangled loosely around their legs.

A low amber light spilled across the bed, catching on Shen Wei’s skin and turning the loose strands of his dark hair almost golden at the edges. 

He looked—undone.

Zhao Yunlan tries his best to set up a picnic date.

All the hungry youchu leap forward at once, and Wei doesn't have time to think.

He pushes Kunlun behind himself, as if the mighty Mountain God has ever needed his protection — that's his first blunder. The second one is much worse. Wei's body feels too small somehow, and his wings unfurl and spread before he can stop them, creating a barrier between Kunlun and the attacking monsters.

Time Engraver doesn't want him to be crying — heavens forbid, he doesn't want this man to cry, not ever — but somehow it feels like he should be. These words don't sound right otherwise.

"Did you just prank Shen Wei? Did you worry the Lord Emissary so that random people click your video? Don't you have any shame?"

"Oh, so you do know what that is?" Daqing retorts.