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It was a nice and warm sunny day as Chu Shuzhi and Guo Changcheng were walking through the park, Guo Changcheng talking animatedly while holding a cup of iced coffee while Chu Shuzhi walked quietly beside him, listening as he sipped a hot cup of tea.

Shen Wei had promised not to act, but there was so much blood. If it came down to it, he'd do what he needed to do in order to help Zhao Yunlan.

Chu Shuzhi thought he saw the inevitable end of his life sentence in the approaching swirl of Hei Pao Shi’s black cloak. Instead, his shackles fell away and he walked into new bonds made of black ink.

trapped in a mine tunnel, trapped in the dark and bleeding out

"Was she dripping just like you?" Yunlan squirmed under Shen Wei's sudden lewd words, finally understanding that it wasn't anger Shen Wei was feeling, it was jealousy. He was being punished. "Did she spread herself across the desk, her legs quivering with anticipation also?"

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Shen Wei's jealously finally gets to him, he proceeds to let his husband know just who he belongs to.
Yunlan discovers a little rough kink that he hopes to very much explore more on in the future .

The video I started all this just to make. It came out completely different and a lot better than I expected it to. Honestly I had something completely different planned for this but it took on a life of its own.

"Morals?" Zhao Yunlan cocked a brow, rubbing his chin, as he crouched in front of her. The smoke created from the mini-explosion of the hit landed on the drugged corpses was slowly dispersing.

His face which held no emotion other than the cold contempt came to view. 

"My morals are attached to him. Like yours were attached to whoever the fuck drove you insane." He sat down properly, allowing the whip to snake around her in a restraint. 

Zhao Yunlan can't remember being afraid of the dark.

Shen Wei read in many different ways, and in many different places.
But his favourite way of reading was decidedly different than the rest.

Shen Wei has a rough week. Zhao Yunlan has a solution.

Food is a love language and Shen Wei needs more appreciation.

Zhao Yunlan makes a deal with Shen Wei in a rather desperate situation. He's determined to see it through, even when he might regret it.

Zhao Yunlan makes a deal with Shen Wei in a rather desperate situation. He's determined to see it through, even when he might regret it.

[Podfic of my own work.]

Li Qian sits on a normal bench in a normal park, caught in a very abnormal life. She just needs a minute.

“Don’t,” Zhao Yunlan repeats, but this time he just sounds some unholy combination of tired and angry. “I need some space.”

Unable to look away for all his ire, Zhao Yunlan watches hurt bloom in Shen Wei’s dark eyes, but there’s something else there that cuts even deeper. He looks resigned, as if this is exactly what he’d expected to happen one day.

The structure of light connecting Zhao Yunlan's eyes to his soul was in tatters.

Playing around with timing, let me know how I did.

The guy’s accent was as foreign as his features, and he plainly thought he was being covert and discreet when, if the other bar patrons had been less drunk, they would have all been staring at him. He looked like he’d stepped out of a cartoon.