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A bit of fluff for j_gabrielle, because she's a babe <3

Zhu Yi Long is an awkward turtle. Now he has to deal with letting Shen Wei and Ye Zun go.

Bai Yu gets his heat while his alpha's having his drama's press conference.

Zhao Yun Lan has been dreaming of Shen Wei since the first time he laid eyes on him. But never in his wildest dream he would expect it to come true, partly true to his imagination.

Shen Wei does not like surprises. Nobody else enjoys it either.

'I would never want any future without you in it.' Shen Wei whispered in tears.

How was he supposed to live with this? The reality of the situation hit him, finding himself realizing he was hoping his fears were misplaced, that Shen Wei would run to his arms the moment he asked and confessed he had been dying inside as well. Now that the probability of that is next to none, he felt himself sink.

“Don’t spill anything on the floor.”
Changcheng nods, keeping an intense eye on both plates as he follows Shu Zhi back out to the living room, puts the plates down, then follows back with a clear look of pride. It’s tempting to give Changcheng praise, when he acts so... — but Shu Zhi doesn’t. Instead, he repeats his instruction for Changcheng to sit and goes to grab the last few dishes and the rice cooker.

Or, they finally eat that dinner.

If you look close enough,Shen Wei's eyes sometimes fall from looking deep into Yunlan's eyes and then to his lips.

Even Zhu Yilong himself can't explain why he does that most of the time. Bai Yu's attractive,he admits but his lips are the ones that always captivate him;as if they're calling him in to kiss him. It happens every freaking time they shoot.

He knew that the rain was fake, as he himself helped the crew putting up the pipes, nozzles and pump. Yet at that moment, the feeling that ran through his heart, was real.

Ye Zun doesn't want to share...at all.

A gentle voice entered his ears, and at the same time, a hand caressed his left chest as if to console his erratic heart.

“Yeah,” Zhao Yun Lan replied, taking the hand on his chest and squeezing it in order to assure himself that Shen Wei would not crumble into ashes like in his nightmare. He wasn’t sure if it was the autumnal weather or his own rising heat that Shen Wei’s hand felt so cool to his skin. He pressed the hand to his cheek, allowing his skin to soak in the coolness for a brief moment before lightly kissing the palm.

Zhao Yunlan jerked awake.

Quickly he asked Da Qing about Shen Wei's whereabouts and whether he is alright. Da Qing scrunched his face and looked at him funny.

"Old Zhao, who's Shen Wei?"