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“I want to watch you,” Shen Wei says. His eyes are burning, like he can see right through Zhao Yunlan’s clothes, and Zhao Yunlan swallows as he recognizes that look. It’s the one Shen Wei wears when they’re getting hot but before they’ve actually touched anywhere good. “I want to watch you bring yourself pleasure.”

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

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.

A Ghost King was not meant to feel. And so he ran. Until he stopped.

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“Will you do anything I ask?”

Zhao Yunlan inhales sharply. The words make his knees tremble for some reason he doesn’t understand. “I will,” he says, almost too quickly, and swallows before repeating: “I will.”

Shen Wei’s eyes sparkle and Zhao Yunlan can swear he sees the flickers of flame blazing in his coal eyes. “Good.”

1930s AU. Shen Wei is the owner of DIxing Productions, China's biggest movie production company. Zhao Yun Lan is his unruliest talent and biggest star. When Shen Wei tries to plan Zhao Yun Lan's future for him, things naturally don't go according to the script.

It’s not easy to tell a new ghost from a live person, but there’s something about the way they take up their space in the world – a sort of thinness, a lack of strength, and even, yes, transparency in the right kind of light from the right sort of angle. Those who aren’t looking for something wrong can be forgiven for not noticing. The newer they are, the harder it is to tell.

Zhao Yunlan stares at them for a moment through the misty glass of the display counter and through the rows of pie slices, before someone raps their knuckles sharply on the counter, and he looks up.

Zhu Hong is there, red lipstick redder than blood, and snake-slitted eyes narrowed at him. “Hey, you,” she grumbles.

Yunlan tries to show how can it's be cool to be on one motorbike at Shen Wei.

The three panel dressing mirror has been sitting in the living room for a few weeks now, but Shen Wei hasn’t asked Zhao Yunlan why he bought it nor has he pointed out they have plenty of mirrors already installed in the house.

“Aren’t you going to ask why I bought it?” Zhao Yunlan asks finally. He’s sitting, well more like lounging, on the couch as he waits for Shen Wei to finish getting dressed for their date.

“No,” Shen Wei says primly as he takes the matching garter off with reluctance. “I won’t ask.”

He must be dreaming, because there's no way he magically slept and opened his eyes to a stranger who seems unreal in so many levels. Definitely unreal. Because same stranger feels like he came straight out of an oil painting worth an amount that will absolutely get him investigated for corruption, if he ever bought it. The stranger looks at him with a tender gaze, filled with devotion which seems misplaced for the sole reason that it's directed at him. So yes, he must be dreaming.

And well, in other words, Zhao Yunlan is definitely fucked.

— Or, in which Zhao Yunlan keeps meeting with a beautiful stranger in his dreams. And the SID wants absolutely nothing but gossips out of it.

"The beast inside him howls and the inhumane thunderous chanting resounds in the beautiful ghost king. You remember don’t you? The more beautiful the ghost...the more terrifying."

[a look through shen wei's eyes as he goes through kunlun's multiple reincarnations until zhao yunlan; novel-compliant and shen san extra hints but should be spoiler free]

"The name was one Shen Wei hadn’t heard in almost 5,000 years"

It was as though Kunlun had taken a part of Shen Wei, a part of his soul, with him, leaving him unstable, unanchored, unsettled—forever searching and longing.

The Longevity Dial resurfaces as an opening gambit in Ghost Face’s bigger plan.

Zhao Yunlan discovers unplumbed depths of what kind of pervert he is for Shen Wei.

Spoilers through the primordial past arc

Yunlan’s aware of how he looks right now. Holding a ridiculously long feather duster and wearing a dirty apron, he looks more like an angry housewife than the reluctant peacemaker that he ended up being. However, as he looks up to meet the eyes of the Black Cloak Envoy, the kindness and concern he sees there stops him in his tracks. He’s never been hero material anyway.

When Zhao Yunlan and his practically-estranged father join forces to figure out the truth about a shady CEO's even shadier death, their investigation brings them to a quiet seaside town.The lengths its Mayor would take to protect it have them paying the price.