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Zhao Yunlan has just discovered that his soulmate is the Black-Cloaked Envoy, who is also Professor Shen. Time to move in together and get to know each other better. (Also, there's a case.)

Shen Wei looks at him, and then away. “Do you have any more of those sweet things?”

Carefully, he carried the flowers inside, placing them in their own buckets, before starting his work on bouquets. It was almost Valentine’s day, so there were a large number of red roses that would look gorgeous.

Maybe he could work some of them into heart-shaped wreaths.

Zhao Yunlan supposes other people might find Shen Wei's inhuman appearance off putting. Well, shame on them. Yunlan personally thought it was rather hot.

Shen Wei wakes up two centuries after the war. Peace is not what he had thought it would be.

There's absolutely no way Zhao Yunlan is going to let Shen Wei go back to the always so restrained version of himself he'd been before their accidental trip across the galaxy. Well, not more than he has to.

"So let me guess," Zhao Yunlan says, with blatant sarcasm. "You're supposed to be Shen Wei from the future."

"Zhao Yunlan!" Shen Wei says, letting enough command slip into his tone that Zhao Yunlan actually stops, his foot falling down halfway through a step.

"You looked like you were interested," Shen Wei says, sounding a bit amused. "And I have tentacles."

Shen Wei's eyes glint with challenge, and that curve to his lips is that half-feral one that Zhao Yunlan can never quite decide whether it's a smile or not.

There is no way Zhao Yunlan will be capable of having a whole conversation with anyone, and Shen Wei makes some quick decisions.

Not so surprisingly, there aren't that many jobs two people without any backgrounds and very little experience in much of anything relevant can do for money.

Zhao Yunlan sighs and bends down to pick up the cat. It's big enough that he definitely needs both arms to hold it. The cat pushes its head under Zhao Yunlan's chin, nuzzling at him and giving out a contented purr.

"So, how likely is it that someone is going to find us in—say, the next twenty-four hours?"

"Not very likely at all," he tells Zhao Yunlan. "Did you have something in mind?"

"This is hardly the ideal time," Shen Wei tells him. It isn't a good time at all, and this isn't the place for anything that might leave Zhao Yunlan even slightly weakened, but a frisson of dark excitement still runs through him just thinking about what they're about to do.

"Come on, it's not that bad," Zhao Yunlan says reasonably. "At least they don't understand what we're saying, right?" He raises a questioning eyebrow at Shen Wei, who nods in confirmation. "Unless you mind the idea of some aliens watching us getting off."

Zhao Yunlan feels better, even if he is trapped on an alien spaceship—probably.