Nie Huaisang was clutching his arm, which had been wounded by Nie Mingjue’s saber. He shuffled arduously toward him, dragging one leg, moved to tears of joy upon seeing that his brother had suddenly stilled.

da-ge needs not know I have ACCIDENTALLY spilled ink on his favorite clan book.

[That was hot.] Fine, then. I'll take san-ge's words for it. I will prepare myself for the... date. [Blinking, he turns away.]

[He has to think really hard for an answer, and even then, he was able to twist it.] A-Yao is very good at not showing his disappointment.

[Grabbing the ends of a strand of his hair between two nimble fingers, he looked down at them with mild concern.] I'll look my best not to disappoint A-Yao. He I can't do that, when he is so beautiful and poised all the time. It would bring shame to his name. [He's clearly being dramatic.]

Oh, no, no! That's not what I meant, san-ge, you know that! [He whines, but he's definitely amused.] Then, perhaps I should dress up for the occasion? The beautifully tailored clothes A-Yao gifted me might be perfect.

[Grins teasingly.] Isn't it unbecoming of san-ge to be so tender with anyone, let alone me? Oh, how can I repay your kindness?

You're spoiling this one yet again, A-Yao. But— . . . Thank you!

[Oh!] San-ge? Where are you taking me?

“Da-ge! Da-ge! It’s me, put down your saber, it’s me!”

One year older! Hm, hm.

[Tired, sleepy, crawling to his bed.]

// Been a beta tester of a game I love since 4 years now, and today the developers decided that they will kick everyone out of the program, reset all the accounts and make the new testers (applied through a questionnaire, carefully selected) sign an nda.

[Eepy. . .]

?! [Beaming!] What is it, gege? I mean— Thank you so much!

💖 #sangcheng

Fruity.

/and one last scream before I stop ooc WHY DID THEY GIVE JGY DIMPLES FFS?! So pocket-sized and deadly cute I can't even be angry at him. It's like trying to be mad at your cute kitten for pissing on your bed.

/ ray seems very fond of making me want to wrap their lxc in a blanket like a burrito

Ah! San-ge! [Pregnant a-Yao? Glowing era!]

[Due to not wanting to, I will not. Thanks.]

GET MEN PREGNANT GET MEN PREGNANT GET MEN PREGNANT GET MEN PREGNANT GET MEN PREGNANT GET MEN PREGNANT GET MEN PREGNANT GET MEN PREGNANT GET MEN PREGNANT GET MEN PREGNANT GET MEN PREGNANT GET MEN PREGNANT GET MEN PREGNANT GET MEN PREGNANT GET MEN PREGNANT GET MEN PREGNANT.

@chifengzun.bsky.social I'm being slandered.

Nihilism is ever present.

One finger. It's enough.

#江澄 #mdzs

Absolutely not. . . [scribbles over it]

So, anyway, here's my list of who I would lap dance to: — A-Yao (he is so sweet) — Wei-Xiong and Jiang Cheng (both deserve second place) — Zonghui-ge (so responsible woah) — Q̶i̶n̶g̶h̶e̶n̶g̶-̶j̶u̶n̶ (c̶e̶l̶e̶b̶r̶i̶t̶y̶ ̶c̶r̶u̶s̶h̶)

I would indeed miss san-ge!

[Feeding his birds, in quietness and solitude.]

[He is /so/ proud of this new ink painting of his. . .]

Of course. In a good way, obviously!

Thank you anyway, WangJi-Xiong. [He bows, before walking away, still searching for his jaw.]

[Maybe it wasn't, but it was the first thing he thought of anytime he saw him smile. Oh, to be young and curious.] It's precious. I have never seen dimples on anyone but you.

Your dimples are just so beautiful, gege. Ah— forgive my manners, it slipped out. [Hand itches to poke it.]

[Internally screaming. Wangji is his peer. . . how could da-ge possibly marry such a young one? Oh, he should dwell too deep into it. If Da-ge is distracted, perhaps he will have less time to scold him.]

[Oh, Meng Yao is so modest it makes him want to shake his head.] So I should make gege smile too, following this logic.

[grabby handy.] So It's mostly Zewu-jun who calls me that. But you can too! Gege is always so good to me.

No, I, uh. . . don't mind me, WangJi-Xiong. I realized I prefer studying by myself. [tucks fan away in his sleeve.]

[fans self as he thinks.] Usually people don't unless they have good intentions. I assume it's because people can see the shadow of da-ge behind my shoulders with his lovely glare. . . but that's just my theory.

A-Yao ♡. [Fans open in front of his mouth, hiding a smile.] I would never disrespect you on purpose, if that's the case. A dispassionate advice: don't let just anyone call you that without your permission. Ugh, some can be really rude.

[He's content.] You truly understand this one, eh? Is it okay if I call you A-Yao? I don't wish to offend you.

[Grabs the fan. He's in total shock.] Perhaps I'll ask someone else. . .

Break my legs, or burn my tomes. Please. . . [He gets goosebumps. Pray that never happens or he will have to argue.]

[Jaw is now underground. Drops the fan.]