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“Are you the evil god from the poem?” Zhao Yunlan asked even though he knew the answer already. Had known for a while, even. Their night together was but the final proof.

There are dreams in which Chu Shuzhi gets close to achieving a kind of happiness he hasn’t felt in centuries.

All things considered, Guo Changcheng is handling this surprisingly well.

"It's not like it's our first time being stranded in the wilderness together," he says cheerfully, barely a hint of a stutter as he casually grabs for Chu Shuzhi's hand and pulls him along. "I think I see a cave up that way, come on!"

Words failing him, Chu Shuzhi allows himself to be dragged. He pokes at his phone with his free hand, not expecting much, and sure enough there's no signal. Great. Just what they need with a highly volatile, starving ghost on the loose and the rest of the SID safely back at 9 University Ave. This was supposed to have been a simple exorcism, simple enough that Chu Shuzhi could have done it on his own. He'd been asked to choose a partner anyway, because buddy system, which he grudgingly admits is not the worst idea, and, well. He's gotten so used to having the kid around.

He should have picked the damn cat.

"What are you even finding?" Zhao Yunlan asked with curiosity.

Shen Wei looked at him and winced, a hint of embarrassment clearly visible in his eyes. "Would you believe me if I say I also don't know?"

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Story of origin of the table in Hit the Nail!

“The Sun and Moon are eternal enemies.”
“The Moon follows the Sun to vanquish it and take its place.”
People talk. Humans like to make up stories and legends; they like to weave tales that tame the reality around them, and the Moon doesn’t begrudge them that. He is not concerned about them in any way, whether they praise his beauty and cold light or curse his name for chasing their beloved Sun away, the Moon takes it all in stride.

There was a harsh scrape of wood. A small, sharp sound. Then a barely audible intake of breath. A gasp.

Shen Wei’s body jolted ever so slightly.
 

Zhao Yunlan's head snapped up.

"Who will feed Xiaomi when we're away?" Guo Changcheng asks, and Chu Shuzhi blinks.

"Everyone?"

Not quite a miscommunication fic.

My first smut lol.

Guo Changcheng's doesn't want to attend his own debut ball

Some memories are easier to erase than others.

He's all sharp angles even now, except for the barely-there swell of his belly, the faintest curve only visible if you know where to look.

Shen Wei knows where to look.

Of letters (?) notes, and cemeteries

Why would Zhao Yunlan take the trouble to retrieve something that would be better left forgotten? Why would he want it back at all? Why is he touching it like it's a treasure?

Hot springs and kisses?

His head was pounding, but he still grasped the meaning of what had just been said. He did not, in fact, have all of Zhao Yunlan’s memories. Apparently Shen Wei had just erased himself from his mind.

A minor canon divergence right at the end of the novel.

Guo Changcheng only wanted to survive his first day of school. Instead, he collided with Chu Shuzhi—the upperclassman who could make anyone’s life miserable

Over hundreds of reincarnations, Kunlan learns what it means to live as a human. Yet it holds not a candle to his love for Shen Wei.

A peek into the dating life of Guo Changcheng and Chu Shuzhi, the former having his infinite patience tried on a daily.

ch 2 coming of CSZ pov

"Yunlan? Is it too much?"

Zhao Yunlan shakes his head and grabs Shen Wei's wrist, holding it in place and rocking against it — so full, so good, so right — chasing the sensation wherever it leads.