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Published June 2, 2026





[...] "Come, sit in my lap... curl in your legs."
Fu Shen was muddle headed, doing whatever he was told, incredibly pliant. Yan Xiaohan put on his half-dried inner robe and made Fu Shen curl up in his arms, wrapped him firmly in the two outer robes, and used his own body heat to warm him.
Yan Xiaohan held his waist with open hand and his shoulders with the other, keeping him from falling. Fu Shen put his arms around his waist and pillowed his cheek against the hollow of his shoulder, finding himself a comfortable position, then finally settle down.

"[...] For whose benefit do you kneel here?"
The rain fell harder and harder. Yan Xiaohan bent down and leaned close to Fu Shen, so close that he was even pressed against his cheek, ice-cold from the rain. The man's hoarse roar was kept low in his throat, drowned amid the swelling sounds of the rain, so faint that it didn't dare to to enter anyone's ear, yet Fu Shen still heard it clearly.
"You are the mighty Beiyan Commander. Why stay here and put up with this persecution? Why don't you rebel?!"

Yan Xiaohan reached out, planning to help him up, he couldn't stay here in the pouring rain. But before his hand had touched Fu Shen, without any warning Fu Shen suddenly collapsed forward. Fortunately, Yan Xiaohan was quick of eye and deft of hand. He reached out and made a grab, and Fu Shen fell right into his arms.
"Fu Shen!"
***
"Fu Shen!"
An indistinct cry sounded in his ears. He was still conscious. It was only that his body had lost all sensation. The sound of the rain clung to him like shadow. Someone bent down and lifted him in his arms. There seemed to be something familiar about the feel of those arms.
He was reminded of the warm embrace he had been pulled into when he had fallen on the ground a few days ago, and of the gentle hands that had patted his back long ago.

Red robes and an untamed horse, a ferocious approach - he didn't seem to be coming to be married so much as coming to kidnap a bride.
- That was Fu Shen.
- Only this could be Fu Shen.

Yan Xiaohan's eyelids were lowered, watching him tenderly. It was as if at another word from Fu Shen, he could immediately leap to his feet and pluck the stars and moon for him.
[...]
"The sun and moon are the highest yet the brightes, husband and wife are the closest yet most distant. If you will promise, henceforth you will be my sole close kin." [...]
This wish was practically tantamount to "may we be together to a ripe old age" - how could Yan Xiaohan refuse him?
He took the wine cup from Fu Shen's hand, put it aside, and clasped both of his hands.

"Husband and wife bow to each other."
The two of them each leaned down and bowed solemnly. Because they were extremly close, they nearly brushed the tops of each other's heads, but their hands remained clasped throughout.
Dimly, some nameless tie seemed to connect, like the unerring fastening of a buckleat the bottoms of their hearts, letting out a crisp click.
With those three bows, they were married.

Yan Xiaohan was silent for a long time, then at last he seemed to reach a decision. He opened his mouth and spoke with great difficulty. "There was a person. Perhaps I would never be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, but I could place him in my heart and watch him from afar, occasionally say a few words to him. That would also be good."
Not very tenderly, he pulled Yan Xiaohan into his arms, but he thought that anything he might say would seem feeble. All his feeling turned into inexpressible heartache. He wished he could return to the past and hug that still young and tender boy like this.
Yan Xiaohan allowed himself to be hugged. Softly, he said, "Don't pity me."
"Right, I'm not pitiying you, I just want to hide you," Fu Shen said. "Since I can't be a princess, then you'll have to behave and be the Marquis of Jingning's lady, all right?"

As Yan Xiaohan was about to straighten up and leave, Fu Shen swiftly reached out to hold the back of his neck and pulled him back into his arms.
The two of them embraced, pressed neck to neck.
[...]
As he had kissed him, countless possible reactions Fu Shen might have had flashed through Yan Xiaohan's mind; but the only thing he hadn't expected was the present situation.
He heard Fu Shen's smiling voice against his temple, unspeakably soft and sweet.
"Don't run off. That was a good kiss just now. How about another?"
He had just bathed. His lips were slightly dry from the steam. When kissed, they were warm and soft.
Yan Xiaohan kept himslef under control, hesitantly touching his dry lips, lightly pressing against them, feeling that he was standing at the edge of a cliff, probing, constantly admonishing himself that he must not jump while unable to resist the desire. Ultimately, he couldn't defeat the lure of instinct. The tip of his tongue gently and quickly caught Fu Shen's upper lip-
The hand on the back of his neck instantly clutched him with enough strenght to strangle him to death.
[...]
Once the shock had retreated, Fu Shen sheepishly let go and rubbed the place where his fingers had squeezed red spots. "... Sorry."
Yan Xiaohan gave a soft laugh. "Yes, I can tell."
"How are you planning to...hmph..."
Before he could finish, Yan Xiaohan had leaned down and stopped his mouth.
They were newlyweds and had been forced to part. Now that they had reunited unexpectedly, there were some amassed hidden feelings that couldn't be spoken, which could only be given vent through movement. The kiss was more lingering than the one at their parting, and it came with deliberate force. As if to get revenge for his earlier teasing, Yan Xiaohan bit Fu Shen's mouth roughly.
This bite hurt a little. Fu Shen clutchedhis collar and hissed in a gasp but he didn't scold him. "Touchy. Not so hard, don't leave a mark..."
At his gasp, Yan Xiaohan put his hand on the back of Fu Shen's head and gently sucked a place he had bitten. "Did it hurt?"

He pressed him back against the chair and firmly kissed him.
When the lenghty kiss ended, Fu Shen's head drooped, and he panted for breath. Finally, Yan Xiaohan said in a very soft voice, "Not now, but I want you."
A corner of the gentle and controlled mask seemed to have finally broken off, revealing the bare-fanged, claw-brandishing possessivenss within. This desire wasn't especially pretty, but it was his truest aspect.
Fu Shen's chest undulated constantly. Even seated, he felt that his legs had gone weak. He thought to himself, Want all you like, you inveterate troublemaker. Sooner or later I'll fuck you until you cry and say "No more".
But what he said was, "Fine, whatever you want... Good gege, get up already, you're crushing me.

[...] he dropped his head to pillow it against Yan Xiaohan's shoulder.
"Tell me, is it that you can't sleep, or that you're brooding about something?" Yan Xiaohan held his waist with one arm and used the other hand to push his messy hair behind his ears. "I heard from the servants that you were in a bad mood this afternoon. Who annoyed you, hm?"

Yan Xiaohan was about to put Fu Shen back on the bed, but unexpectedly the person he was holding all of a sudden quietly turned, reached out his arms, and put them around his waist, resting his head against the hollow of his shoulder, and in this posture, curled up in his arms, closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Yan Xiaohan instantly stilled.
The candle flickered, casting light on the beautiful pair.
There was no need to speak. Both of them were well aware of what this moment meant.
- His heart had been touched.



4,5 'Arranged marriage' stars
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"One look at you interfered with the rest of my life. What could I do?"
”I’m so sorry for having interfered with the rest of your life. Come on, you can interfere back now.”
”The pursuit of benefit, picking a tree on which to perch—that is what the path of an official ought to be. Therefore, I’m not on your side, I’m only on the side most advantageous to me, nothing more than that.”
”If you call me that again, I’ll even forsake the darkness for the light for your sake.”
To this day, he could still remember his remorse as he knelt on the ground picking the broken jade up piece by piece, his despair when there had been a handful of fragments lying in his palm.
In fact, I didn’t want to wheedle you with something like, ‘You’re better-looking than them,’ because I thought it would be an offense even to discuss those people in the same breath as you.
One look at you interfered with the rest of my life. What could I do?”