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“Two!” says Zhao Yunlan, inanely, looking from the dicks to Shen Wei’s face and seeing guarded uncertainty there. He takes control of himself, suppressing his playful instincts. “Xiao Wei, either take off those pants or put them on, but don’t just – stand there, like you want me to conduct an exam. I never want to see you take off your clothes again as if you expect me to judge you. I’ll never do that. I don’t need to see any part of you I haven’t seen to know that I love it just as much as I love you.”

Had absolutely all the sacrifices really been necessary?
As Lin Jing walked the path ahead, perhaps the answers he didn't expect were exactly the ones he needed to find. Fake monk or not, he believed what he believed, and redemption was not a negotiable commodity. Sometimes all it took was a hand to reach out and change the course of everything.
That sense of unfairness had seeped into him.
...
Gui Mian sat up, resting his head in his hands and he tried to settle his breathing. Months of nights that were often filled with nightmares were taking its toll. Something needed to change. There was only one thing that he could think of that would calm him. He needed to see Lin Jing again.

He probably would have hit the floor ass-first if it weren’t for Shen Wei, looming up out of nowhere. Like a dog that inexorably turns to face its master, Shen Wei always seems to know when he’s about to arrive. So instead he face-plants against Shen Wei’s chest, miserable, hurting, and lets Shen Wei catch him. Which he does with alacrity, arms around Zhao Yunlan’s shoulders and waist, holding him up for a moment before slowly lowering him to the ground.

Or: Following the tense resolution of a case involving SID members' kidnappings, Zhao Yunlan deals with the fall-out. Fortunately he has Shen Wei there to help.

In which a threesome really is the solution to all the world's problems. Literally.

The last thing Wei feels before drifting off is Kunlun's even breath against his collarbone. The first thing he feels when his eyes blink open to the earliest rays of the golden sunrise— He frowns in sleepy confusion and takes a closer look to make sure that it's really Kunlun's knee in the crook of his neck. It is.

The meadow is so much more spacious than a bed, but they didn't lose each other in it — they're still embracing, but somehow they got themselves turned around. Kunlun's robes have bunched up as well; Wei can't resist kissing the exposed skin, soft and lazy, barely more than a breath.