Shen Jiu should make dark jokes about his time as a slave but no one gets the jokes coz everyone thinks he is a spoilt young lord from a noble family.
(Except, Yue Qingyuan. He gets it. He is currently screaming, wailing inside coz sometimes SJ is a bit too detailed JUST to make him feel even MORE guilty.)
“Hi baby.” Shen Qingqiu cooed at the infant. He was a bit embarrassed at how easily he melted around Yingying, but she was his daughter, and he figured he was allowed.
This time, however, he’d forgotten where he was. In the middle of a peak lord meeting, surrounded by wide-eyed, incredulous stares.
“Do you think he realizes we’re here?” Wei Qingwei mused loudly, wincing at a kick he got from one of his martial brothers.
“Shut up! Do you want him to?”
Qi Qingqi was usually never speechless, but today, it seemed she did not have any sour words in her for Shen Qingqiu, who she always passionately loathed. Her mouth was catching flies.
Most others seemed to feel the same. Liu Qingge sat frozen in his seat, staring. Yue Qingyuan seemed startled and…oddly wistful.
Shen Qingqiu was in his own little world. “Oh my goodness, you’re so chubby…” he lightly pinched at Ning Yingying’s little cheeks and gasping in delight when she let out a little squeal of delight.
“This has to be a hallucination,” Mu Qingfang muttered to himself, eyes wide. “Were we poisoned?”
Ning Yingying caught her adoptive father’s finger in her tiny fist and shoved it in her mouth, drooling happily all over it. Shen Qingqiu just laughed.
Meanwhile, a certain Shang Qinghua sat in his chair with his head in his hands as he mourned the death of the canon universe.
“I love the idea of what Crowley's idea of Aziraphale is. His idea is a lot more heroic and standing-up to everybody than Aziraphale's idea of Aziraphale.”
“Just as Aziraphale's idea of Crowley is somebody who can be flippant and insouciant when faced with the monsters of Hell”.
“They're probably each rather better at dealing with things than the other one is, but that's what they think the other one is probably like, and I love that”.
“Hi baby.” Shen Qingqiu cooed at the infant. He was a bit embarrassed at how easily he melted around Yingying, but she was his daughter, and he figured he was allowed.
This time, however, he’d forgotten where he was. In the middle of a peak lord meeting, surrounded by wide-eyed, incredulous stares.
“Do you think he realizes we’re here?” Wei Qingwei mused loudly, wincing at a kick he got from one of his martial brothers.
“Shut up! Do you want him to?”
Qi Qingqi was usually never speechless, but today, it seemed she did not have any sour words in her for Shen Qingqiu, who she always passionately loathed. Her mouth was catching flies.
Most others seemed to feel the same. Liu Qingge sat frozen in his seat, staring. Yue Qingyuan seemed startled and…oddly wistful.
Shen Qingqiu was in his own little world. “Oh my goodness, you’re so chubby…” he lightly pinched at Ning Yingying’s little cheeks and gasping in delight when she let out a little squeal of delight.
“This has to be a hallucination,” Mu Qingfang muttered to himself, eyes wide. “Were we poisoned?”
Ning Yingying caught her adoptive father’s finger in her tiny fist and shoved it in her mouth, drooling happily all over it. Shen Qingqiu just laughed.
Meanwhile, a certain Shang Qinghua sat in his chair with his head in his hands as he mourned the death of the canon universe.