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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.

Ye Zun doesn't want to share...at all.

Zhao Yunlan jerked awake.

Quickly he asked Da Qing about Shen Wei's whereabouts and whether he is alright. Da Qing scrunched his face and looked at him funny.

"Old Zhao, who's Shen Wei?"

Yun Lan's soft hands on his skin felt like velvet and silk, massaging him to make sure he was comfortable and well. His kisses were sweet, like a butterflies touch. Sometimes, Shen Wei thought that perhaps he didn't deserve all of this. But he was proven wrong each time, when Yun Lan showed him his heart without fear.

It could just be that his lips are extremely dry, and he has to wet it quite frequently, but no. That’s what chapsticks are for. That’s what drinking some goddamn water is for.

Whatever Shen Wei is doing with his tongue should be banned and made illegal for the sake of the entire Dragon City’s safety and wellbeing.

Technology wasn't the only thing that Shen Wei was surprisingly bad at.

Nobody bullies Shen and Zhao's precious baby girl. NOBODY!!

Shen and Yun really do love their children. Really. For 364 days a year.
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Parenthood can suck sometimes.

Zhao Yun Lan found out his father was dead while he was pouring concrete down the throat of a backstabbing dickbag. “Chief, I'm sorry, the Boss is gone. Shot to the head, on his way to meet the Russians.”