sunday six doesn't know how to count

May 19, 2019 16:17

This is something I've been working on that might turn into soft BDSM or... not, who knows. I'm just writing it.

Zhao Yunlan laughs bitterly. "He's running himself ragged, cleaning up your mess. And then he comes here and tries to connect with you. To make you… better, or something, I'm not sure. He loves you too much to abandon you. And it's killing him."

That's enough of that. Shen Wei walks in and stands in front of Ye Zun, facing Zhao Yunlan. "What are you doing here?"

Zhao Yunlan looks at him suspiciously for a moment, an expression more suited for their early days than now. Then he smiles. "I came to have a chat with Ye Zun. Obviously."

Shen Wei narrows his eyes. "You do not need to tell him anything." Nothing like what he said, anyway. The situation is in no way as dire as Zhao Yunlan paints it.

"Gege," Ye Zun whispers.

Shen Wei stiffens and turns around. His heart starts beating faster. "You-"

"Tell me you aren't letting my situation affect you so much." His brother looks worried.

Shen Wei tries to smile. "He's being dramatic."

"I'm not the dramatic one in this room," Zhao Yunlan mutters.

(more than 6 lines but who really makes the rules and are they gonna put me in writer jail?)

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