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Zhu Yilong couldn't sleep for days. Bai Yu who played as Zhao Yunlan on the drama became worried. How could he help his partner to get asleep?

Hong keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to make Zheng finally realize the truth: that Hong doesn’t deserve to be loved, to be someone’s first choice.

“Kunlun Hall’s rules do not apply to you,” Yunlan says simply, moving to steep some tea for Shen Wei. “You are the Black Cloak Envoy. Lord Kunlun holds you in high regard.”

“And you hold him in high regard,” Shen Wei adds before he’s able to stop himself.

Shen Wei can hear the wretched jealousy in his own voice, and no doubt Yunlan can as well, because Yunlan’s smile turns sly, and his eyes are very knowing when he says, “In a way, I suppose I do.”

(Or, the Not-Exactly-A-Courtesan!Yunlan fic.)

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...

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 Yunlan is a trial.

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.