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Chu Shuzhi waits to be of service.

“Why are you eating a lollipop in bed?”

Zhao Yunlan is Shen Wei's plus one.

Zhao Yunlan never puts his own wellbeing first.

There doesn't seem to be much to say now, after Shen Wei finally related the information they'd damned well worked so hard to get.

This time Zhao Yunlan has no plans on being the one left behind waiting on the ship.

They need to at least try out some of the toys, right?

It had been 1 month, 6 hours, 27 minutes and 6 seconds since they broke up.
It felt surreal when everything ended. It still did. Bai Yu had felt as if Zhu Yilong would come into their shared flat any second, smiling and chuckling, talking about how it was all a joke.. That he truly hadn't planned on leaving him, hadn’t even thought of leaving the flat for real. But he didn’t, and so many days passed, and soon a month came.

The National Police Day is getting celebrated at Gu City convention, mentioning the best four units— are now having a competition who will get to know the killer first.

Unfortunately, criminals doesn't have any day off. In the midst of the event, the fun was cut short due to a real killer roaming around the event.

Steve is rather suspicious of the mysterious college professor. but he's nice, he cooks, and still possible an alien. why not invite him over to the Avenger's tower for movie night? what's the worst that could happen?

Zhao Yunlan is just leaving the bathroom and walking back to the living room when there's something sharp biting at his bare ankles. He stops and looks down at the cat looking very innocently up at him.

[Podfic of my own work.]

Zhao Yunlan is just leaving the bathroom and walking back to the living room when there's something sharp biting at his bare ankles. He stops and looks down at the cat looking very innocently up at him.

Zhao Yunlan is of the firm opinion that there's always time to stop by a good sex toy store if they happen to be in the vicinity anyway.

The third time Guo Changcheng held the little doll, he heard Chu Ninzhi's voice.

His heart sped up, and that was perfectly normal. Normal enough. He was ready to help Changcheng, to catch him if he fell, to lift him and steady him. Although...the heavy, rising thump he felt inside kept going this time, faster and faster, pressure and flutter. He started to sweat. Changcheng's head tipped backward, eyes clenched as if in pain, and as he opened his mouth to speak Chu Shuzhi felt a wave of sheer dread.

It hadn't been like this, before. Not at first. Not until lately, all these calls mounting up— all these words finding their way in.

There's a grin on Zhao Yunlan's face as he walks over to the kitchen counter and picks up something that turns out to be—some kind of blue vegetable? "Xiao-Wei, you shouldn't have."

The cat is easy. Gege is—well, gege. Zhao Yunlan on the other hand is complicated.