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Final installment of crack mix to flail to!

“Did you just turn into a giant ass panda?” Zhao Yunlan says.

Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei go out clubbing, which results in Shen Wei getting a bit prowly. Shameless Self-Indulgence, light D/s, Porn, I-4

So far, the thought had met with two checks. The first turned out to not actually be a check. In fact when Yunlan had, very casually and completely in passing, mentioned the modern, cosmopolitan (and only a little likely to be raided) notion of a dance club, xiao-Wei had laughed at him.

Zhao Yunlan knew his relationship with his father was not the best, but it's still hurt him to listen to him and denigrate him, he knew he needs to calm down but he had stopped a long time ago and he doesn't want that Shen Wei catches him smoking.
He knew he needed to have one punching ball in the SID for things like this.

Shen Wei have seen how was Zhao Yunlan and he was a little worried about him, he wished he could help him but sometimes he doesn't have the best ideas.
So he continues to watch him even if Zhao Yunlan doesn't stop walking around.
Then he saw that Zhao Yunlan have stopped in the balcony at the first floor, he decided to check on him and bring the jacket if he was cold.

If Changcheng changed anything—if he stepped on a butterfly, or said the wrong thing to the wrong person—it could bend the course of history and undo their hard-won victory.

A missing scene fill-in for the fade-to-black in chapter 75. So porn, basically.

Zhao Yunlan notices Shen Wei stare at the nigh-full Moon. His lover hails from the distant past; sometimes, that is painfully noticeable.

Zhao Yunlan was a little bored there have no work, nothing to do at Sid and it's was still not time for search Shen Wei at University.
But he decided that he could go at the uni see him and maybe surprise him by sitting and listen to him at one of his class.

Zhao Yunlan may have finally figured out a way to get Shen Wei to relax completely. Fluff with Characterization, I-3

The apartment building was filling up with quiet life as the evening drew on, a little weight in his senses like a stone held in his hand. But not hard like a stone—lives were bright and a little skittery, like sparks on water. Taken together, though, all those little bits became a glare of brightness that flowed and pooled across the plain at the foot of the mountains, themselves a much deeper weight.

Which was actually really disorienting, because Shen Wei, currently wiping down the kitchen counters less than four meters away had almost as much weight in his senses as those mountains.

So the final candidate for interpreter, at the reception for the SID and the Lion City visiting governmental delegation, was Guo Changcheng and his good high school grades.

Zhao Yunlan can find an opportunity to be shameless in every situation.

"I heard Dixingren don't have preferences. Sounds kinky."

Shen Wei tried to return to his apartment after his captivity in Dixing, but Zhao Yunlan was having none of it.

Zhao Yunlan has had the worst week. Shen Wei really just wants to help.

When he returns to the SID from capturing Zhu Jiu, Zhao Yunlan learns that the Sky Pillar has exploded. He is obviously worried at what this potentially-escaped criminal is going to do next.

(Ye Zun has unexpected plans.)

Shen Wei gets a Dixing cold, and Zhao Yunlan does his best to take care of him. That's it. That's the fic.

[Podfic read by Naye]

Shen Wei's self-control continues to be tested.

Zhao Xinci invites Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei to dinner and an argument. Predictably, Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei are too busy trying to protect each other to bother about themselves. Drama with Characterization and a soupçon of Angst, I-3

"Yunlan?"

Zhao Yunlan looked up from his screen, a little startled. That was Li Huiliang's voice, and Zhang Shi was usually careful to call him 'Chief' at work. "Yeah?" he asked, trying not to sound too obviously wary.

She stopped hovering in the door, at least, and came to hold out a folded sheet of paper. "This came for you. It's from your father."