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  1. Public Bookmark 42

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    “A-Xu,” Wen Kexing returns easily. He lowers his head and smiles with one corner of his mouth, glides the fan back and forth through still air. There you are. Zhou Zishu wants to bite the arch of his wrist where the sleeve falls away.

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    25 Jul 2021

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  2. Public Bookmark 33

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    Kexing's long, slim fingers graze Zishu's injured shoulder. He examines it minutely but doesn't look at Zishu's face. Zishu lies still, watching, keeping himself loose and malleable, and waits.

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    20 Jul 2021

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    “What’s next?” Wen Kexing finds that he doesn't want to know, but he asks anyway.

    “Scent, touch, hearing, and then sight.”

    He pulls Zhou Zishu’s face down to his neck. “What’s this smell?”

    “Um, the green bottle with the cork—no, the agate stopper—on the stool next to the bathtub.”

    Wen Kexing lets him go, reassured at least by that. He thinks for a while, and needles out, “So all this time, I’ve been cooking for someone who can’t even taste the hard work I put in.”

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    cooking for a dying person in the shadow of his old home, until his self-destruct button can be safely turned off.

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    09 Jul 2021

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    Three months. He’ll stay three months. Just long enough for that shrimpy Zhang Chengling to wean into this new world, and then he’ll leave. Just three months he’ll allow himself that brassy, beautiful line cook, who barked the most flirtatious insult at Zhou Zishu as he charged down the cracked asphalt with a towering pallet jack of wholesale soy sauce boxes; his voice magnetic like an army general’s, clear above the rumbling gallop of his condiment fleet.

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    chaperoning a new orphan across the Pacific runs into complications.

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    08 Jul 2021

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    “If you’re going to get married,” Jiang Cheng ground out, “then you’re going to damn well get married at Lotus Pier.”

    Wei Wuxian blinked once. Again. Then: “what?”

    Or: the one with sibling reconciliation, brother-in-laws from hell, and Jiang Cheng trying to sort through his feelings while acknowledging them as little as possible.

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    01 May 2021

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