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Going to try to finish this today….

This shit is FUCKED UP I can’t wait to read vol 2

Not only did he pay no mind to gender, he had specifically gone for a barely breathing invalid.

Idk but if I was Cui Buqu, I would have trouble forgiving Feng Xiao for the torture

“A great many years ago, there were two households in Guangzhong: one surnamed Ying and the other surnamed Wen.
Both had been merchant families for generations and got along well.”

Two houses, both alike in dignity…

Me, stating the obvious: this is like a police procedural historical cdrama 🧐

We’re starting off strong with Chinese opium dens. It’s a choice! 👍🏼

DNF. Cute but not for me!

I need these two to FUCK

The horniness really hit critical mass when Chu Wanning was taking a cold shower

Shizun Is My Unattainable First Love, My Erstwhile Once-Lover, the Object of My Most Sincere Affection, the Source of My Most Torturous Affliction, and Has Been All Along

This one’s SO GOOD

This book is seriously gonna end me

One was a torrential stream with nowhere to go, and the other a pond that was all but dried up. They were clearly a perfect match-if only one were to go into the other, the former would no longer churn restlessly with no outlet, and the latter could be filled and watered, parched cracks soon mended.
But neither of them would do it, each hiding from the other.

I have heard great things about the farming arc. Is this the last time my boys will know happiness? I’m scared to read it >.<

They’re so horny for each other it’s actually wild

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Mo Ran bought a journal and wrote Chu Wanning a letter ever every day and when he ran out of blank pages he just wrote on whatever and stacked it all up and sent it to Chu Wanning for him to read and when Chu Wanning looked for his face in the crowd, Mo Ran pointed to his lapel BC CHU WANNING WAS WEARING MO RAN’S ROBE OMGGGGGG MY SHAYLA ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

Later, every daybreak was golden like Chu Wanning's soul. Every nightfall was dark like Chu Wanning's eyes. Later, every beam of white moonlight was like the snow of his sleeves, every rising sun was like the warmth in his eyes. Later, he'd see Chu Wanning's silhouette in the vermilion clouds on the horizon, in the cerulean light of dawn, in the surging, billowing clouds overhead. He was everywhere.

I want to hold an umbrella over shizun for as long as I live

It had been five years.

Where his shizun was, there was flame.

Where Chu Wanning was, there was light.