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Yunlan wanted to have a date with Shen Wei, but Shen Wei was always busy. So he asked Shen to go with him, pretended it as a Dixing Case. Even he has planned all over to get the professor's heart, he didn't expect that his team will tag all along...

Zhao Yunlan is a trial.

shen wei: if these places we’re going claim to have any spirits in them, do nothing to invite them, to somehow show themselves or taunt them in any way-

yun lan: hey you DEMON FUCKER

or, "The definition of insanity" Eternal recurrence and the nature of gods

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

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.

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.

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.