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maxwell-grant · 3 years

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Red of Overly Sarcastic Productions once said :"If you can imagine your Batman comforting a shared child, then congratulations, you're righting Batman. If not, you're just writing the Punisher in a funny hat". This got me wondering: could the Shadow comfort a scared child?

Could he? You forget who was there to lift young Bruce to his feet at his first brush with death (sadly far from his last).

But it's an interesting question to pose still, because children were straight up not in the pulps, not in any I've read, and I can't recall any episodes of the radio show that feature them much (there's gotta be at least a few, because they had everything in that show). The most interaction I think The Shadow's ever had with children (from comics that I can discuss here, because Marshall Rogers' "Harold Goes to Washington" is way, way too much for me to go into right now, and the less I talk about some other DC comics, the better) is in the Street & Smith comics.

There's Jerry from the Devil Kyoti arc, a kid who was traumatized by an encounter with the villain who Sayre's looking after and who ends up having some kind of hidden power that allows him to see The Shadow and defeat the villain. There was a blonde Jerry who showed up later in the Monstradamus arc, but he isn't a kid so much as he's diet Jimmy Olsen or a replacement for Harry, but he had weird eyesight-based powers and a familiarity with The Shadow, so I assume it's the same character.

There was also Donald Jordan - Shadow Jr, and okay, I may have to talk more about this weird little failed experiment some other time, but the basic gist of it is that The Shadow had a friend in Tibet named Harry Jordan (and someday I'm also gonna write about the weird prevalence and significance of the name "Harry" in The Shadow's mythos in and out of universe) who was murdered, leaving his son orphaned and with nowhere to go. And, I'll admit that I have a real weakness for The Shadow calling people "son", which he does a lot in this story.

And as you can expect, it then turns out that the kid's also learned how to cloud minds and has basically the same powers The Shadow has in these comics, and they solve the mystery of his dad's murder together, and yeah, you can absolutely tell that they are setting up this kid to be The Shadow's Robin. Although, interestingly, they don't have The Shadow actually recruit the kid, instead it's Jordan who asks The Shadow if he can go with him and join his mission, and Cranston even states he's going to have to "earn" his way

"Must I stay here, sir? It will always remind me of dad - I'd like to devote my life to your fight against evil and evil doers!

Now, "Shadow Jr's" career was incredibly short-lived, it only lasted for about two other issues, and I have no idea what happened in his final appearence called "Snake Eyes" in Shadow Comics #77, I cannot find that issue anywhere and I really want to. But the one other solo story of his I've read was...well, I think it kinda illustrates why the idea of The Shadow having a Robin was doomed from the start.

...Yeah. Even The Shadow at his most sanitized and family friendly is still The Shadow, and there's no room for children in his network, obviously he shouldn't and wouldn't have children be in those positions or make decisions expected from grown-ups who have already had encounters with death and danger, why would anyone do that-

The only instance I can think of The Shadow interacting with a child in the pulps was during The Prince of Evil, when he has to rescue a young boy from Stark's thugs.

Cranston, dazed, tried to stagger to his feet. Before he could do so, the thug had picked up the limp figure of the boy and was darting out into the street. There was a scream of horror from pedestrians.

A heavy truck was racing at top speed along the avenue. Straight into the path of the truck, the thug threw the senseless boy!

The driver of the truck jammed on the brakes. But it was too late to halt the heavy vehicle. The broad-tired wheels rolled toward the limp head of the lad on the pavement.

An instant before it could crush out his life, Lamont Cranston dived headlong into the path of destruction. His shoulder struck the boy, rolling him toward the curb. A quick wriggle, and Cranston swerved aside from the grinding death that loomed over him.

He picked up the boy. One glance and he knew there was no time to lose. The attempted killer had leaped into a waiting sedan and had already made his escape.

The boy was all Cranston could see or think about. Brass knuckles had fractured his skull. He had suffered a concussion of the brain. A glance at his bluish lips and the fixed glaze of his staring eyes told Cranston that unless the boy was operated on immediately, he would die.

A leap, Cranston was in his car. He laid the boy gently on the seat beside him, then headed the car toward the nearest hospital. Traffic lights were ignored.

The boy was taken to an emergency operating room and a skilled surgeon went to work. When it was over, Cranston asked only one question: "Will the child live?"

"Hard to say. We'll do our best."

"Spare no expense. Put him in a private room. Engage day and night nurses."

Cranston's face was pale. He knew that he himself was indirectly responsible for the boy's attack. A supercriminal had made a prompt answer to Cranston's message over Jackson's telephone. That telephone must have been tapped. The attempt to kill the boy was a vicious warning for Lamont Cranston to mind his own business about the Harmon family. It was a follow-up of the attack on Jackson's dog.

Cranston felt a surge of hot anger. He kept it under control while he answered routine police questions. He told all he knew - which was nothing.

He had only one angry thought. He intended to drive straight to the office of David Chester. He'd get the truth out of the sleek Chester, if he had to batter him with vengeful fists!

Cranston was actually halfway to Chester's office before common sense returned to him. He realized he had lost his sense of balance. He was behaving exactly as the crooks wanted. He was playing their game, not his!

He parked, and the hot rage drained slowly from him. He stopped thinking about the limp figure of a young lad on a white operating table.

This is definitely because Tinsley writes the character differently than Gibson, but I actually cannot think of another occasion where we got to read about The Shadow actively wanting to hit someone with his fists. It's very, very rare to read about The Shadow actually getting mad in the first place in such an undignified way. And I think with this passage, you'll start to notice a pattern.

The problem isn't that The Shadow cannot interact with kids or that he can't comfort them, he does it to his agents and adults he wants to help just fine, he knows how to address people in their language, or any language. The problem is, The Shadow is constantly surrounded by danger everywhere he goes, because he is The Shadow. He can be any number of things at any number of occasions, but usually, when The Shadow shows up, it's usually because people are going to die, and people are going to kill, and it's his job to address that and work the scales.

Children should not be anywhere near this, and if The Shadow's interacting with a child, it usually means that some grave danger or tragedy fell upon them, and he's here to either prevent greater tragedy or address the fall-out, and he'd be the first to agree that neither of these options should be happening at all. It doesn't mean he's not gonna do what's right and give life and limb to protect them, but, it shouldn't be up to the Boogeyman to look after them in the first place. Maybe it shouldn't be up to the Boogeyman to protect us.

But then again, as I mentioned when I talked about my own reasons for liking The Shadow so much, there are many kids who would like nothing more than to have the Boogeyman by their side to protect them. There's comfort in knowing that the scariest man in the room is unconditionally there to protect you, and that is the comfort that The Shadow gives best. Not as Cranston, not under a friendly face, but as what he is.

Due to a lack of scenes from the pulps or satisfying scenes from elsewhere, I will instead be pulling one from a fan story written by Kimberly-Murphy Smith, editor and writer of The Hot Cornerm where The Shadow rescues a child who was kidnapped for blackmail. I couldn't care less that it's fanfic, and if you do, come back in 20 or so years after The Shadow's been made public domain and it's gonna be just as official as anything licensed (on my “to write about” list: how fickle the separation between “official” and “fanfic” is, and the many times it plainly didn’t exist). There’s aspects of her writing I don’t care for, but I really like this scene and I do think The Shadow’s more gentle interactions with people are necessary to getting the character.

Annabelle.

She stopped crying for a minute. "Who's there?" she said, her voice choked.

A friend. Your mommy and daddy sent me to pick you up.

"Mommy? Mommy's here?"

Sh-h-h. Annabelle felt a gloved hand gently stroking her hair. She's waiting for you at home. So, we need to hurry up and leave.

"'kay." She looked around. "Where are you?"

It's kind of hard to see me. It's dark in here, plus you've been crying so much your eyes probably hurt.

"Yeah."

Don't be afraid. I'm here to help.

"'kay."

The implicit trust of children was simply amazing at times. Adults trembled in fear of The Shadow's wrath, but children somehow seemed to understand that he was there to help them, even if they couldn't see him.

Sit up, Annabelle. I'm going to pick you up. Be very quiet.

One hand took each of her arms and guided them around a neck she could not see. "Why are you wearin' a blanket?" she asked as the fabric of his cloak brushed against her shoulders.

Sometimes I get cold at night.

"Even in the summer?"

Even in the summer. He gently stroked her cheek and wiped away her tears. Now, you need to be very quiet so those bad men in the next room don't hear us. I'll bet you're tired.

She nodded.

He rocked her on his arms, projecting a very gentle hypnotic relaxation into her with his powers as he did. You probably didn't get your nap, either. Poor thing. Lean on my shoulder and go to sleep. And when you wake up, you'll be back with Mommy and Daddy.

She yawned, then snuggled against his shoulder and went to sleep.

The Shadow sighed with relief. Now to get past the men out front. He gently pulled the pistol out of its holster under his left arm and slipped it into the belted waist of his overcoat within easy reach, then secured his grip on Annabelle and draped his cloak over her.

She clutched the edge of his cloak in her hand like a security blanket and snuggled against his shoulder again.

(Art by Jill Thompson)

#replies tag #the shadow #pulp heroes #fanfic #I think about the -Sometimes I get cold at night- response a lot #and how superhero capes can easily be likened to oversized blankets #and The Shadow is one of the main reasons why capes became so popular among American heroes #seriously you can see how practically overnight so many heroes at the time imitating The Shadow acquired capes #and what is a hero if not a childhood fantasy manifest #they are all just wearing blankets to battle #I think my posts are turning into too much of rollercoasters

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larryfanfiction · 5 years

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Winter AU

❄️ Charity Ficlets (Smitten) by allwaswell16 (2k)

Louis hates winter. Then he begins receiving anonymous gifts to keep him warm, and maybe winter isn’t so bad after all.

❄️ Do You Realize by Velvetoscar (20k)

Harry really didn’t expect to be swept up in snowflakes and eyelashes and coy smiles when he’d agreed to go on a skiing holiday with his lads. Nor was he expecting to cherish the sound of someone’s voice over his own thoughts, marveling about the way it crackled against the burning embers in the fireplace. And he really, really wasn’t expecting for his peaceful life to be turned on its head, all because of a bloody snowboard.

But, then again, he also never expected that he could fall in love in less than two weeks, so. So maybe life isn’t what Harry expected.

❄️ Naughty or Nice by noellehenry (10k)

Louis never intended for his boss, the very attractive Harry Styles, to find out he has a temporary, additional job as a Christmas Elf at Harrods Department Store. When he gets a request to show up in his elf costume at Mr. Styles’ office, after office hours, Louis’ mind goes wild…

❄️ Cold Little Heart by seducedbycurls (194k)

Louis is a soft omega with an abusive past and an alpha child A few months after getting a divorce, Louis meets Harry, an ex-military alpha wolf that offers him something -odd.

In exchange for teaching him how to cook, Harry will babysit his son, Abraham Louis really could use the help.

❄️ and I’ll explode into the sky and meet the sun by thecoloursneverfade (14k)

boys communicate through a series of messages written on the back of a seat on the bus. they meet in the snow.

❄️ If Only in My Dreams by orphan_account (20k)

When a snowstorm delays their flights and strands them both at their university during the start of winter break, Harry and Louis find each other. And with a little help from their friends, they might even get to keep each other.

❄️ we’ll wake up in the snow and bury all our trouble by immortalized (10k)

It’s snowing, Louis’s car is dead, his cell phone doesn’t get service out here, and his kid has to pee.

Luckily for him, there’s Harry.

Or, on the way to his mum’s house for Christmas, Louis finds himself in a bit of a dilemma, but he also finds himself a cute boy.

❄️ these words are all we have by voyageur (8k)

(we’ll be talking, we’ll be talking)

two lonely boys find each other between heavy snowflakes and drops of tea.

❄️ Coup de Foudre by angelwarm (15k)

Harry moves to the front door accompanied by insistent lightning flashes. He acknowledges it could also be a murderer on the other side and that he will likely be dead in five minutes.

It should stop him. It doesn’t.

Harry decides not to waste another second and calls through to the other side, “Just a second.” He turns the key in the latch and opens it and—everything around him drops away in one long cloud coming into another cloud.

❄️ You’re The Northern Wind (Sending Shivers Down My Spine) by PumpkinspiceLou (CatyDreamDwyer) (7k)

Sometimes, Harry thinks that Louis’ secretly a nebula. A cloud of energy left after a supernova explosion that’s both enrapturing and beautiful. All glitter and bright colours. Harry’s sure that one day, just like a nebula, Louis will become a star. He just hopes that Louis will keep shining in his sky.

❄️ Didn’t think it would work out by swirlingchaos (16k)

There was no way he could let it happen, the prospect of working with Harry for the next two months or so seemed like a nightmare specially designed for him. From hell. By the devil himself, probably. Perfect torture, fit amazingly well with the self-destructive path he’d been on for a year now, Louis clearly had to say no.

“‘Course, yeah, I’ll clear it with Simon then, brilliant, cheers mate,” Fuck.

—–

Or, Louis is a primary school teacher, Harry has a 7-year-old son in his class, Louis has a 1-year-old crush on Harry, and they have to put on the school’s Christmas play. Brilliant.

❄️ you set off avalanches in my heart by orphan_account (22k)

Louis has eyes that could burn down cities. Harry wants to be made of skyscrapers and bridges and concrete.

(or Harry is the editor of the university newspaper and has been in love with an anonymous poet for a year.)

❄️ When the Sun Won’t Let You Sleep by allwaswell16 (30k)

Four years ago, Louis Tomlinson left the UK to live on an Antarctic research station for reasons best left in the past. He’s carved out a life for himself on the ice and has dedicated himself to his research, his friends, and especially the Halley VI research station. He’s less than thrilled when he learns that Harry Styles, a glaciologist from another base who once broke his heart, will be coming to Halley, and he’s definitely unprepared for the upheaval Harry brings with him.

❄️ Blue as a glacier by kitundercover (71k)

Skiing AU. Harry is the famous singer who’s decided to have a go at skiing between tours. Louis is the snowboarder who makes the mistake of taking the lift with him. They go from there.

More Masterposts

#winter #winterma #masterpost

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embhm · 7 years

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Chapter 199: The YOUNG MARRIED COUPLE BANTERS

Note: Sae, please rest well and thank you very much for this chapter translation. <3

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Translator: Sae Editors: Sae + Alec

As always, THANK YOU for reading and enjoying the journey with our AROUSED boys:

GU HAI & BAI LUO YIN

《你丫上瘾了》

Chapter 199: The YOUNG MARRIED COUPLE BANTERS

“Hey? How did you get here from over there?” Bai Luo Yin’s bemused eyes captured Gu Hai’s tall figure marching towards him from the opposite side of the street. As those seemingly pugnacious steps moved in closer, the strong bellicose aura percolating throughout the atmosphere around him could jar with that of the bustling and boisterous crowds scuttling about.

The anxiety had long engulfed Gu Hai, completely detaining his brain, rendering any logical thought impossible. His lips, once the lovely hue of terra cotta and carnelian, were now a silent purple from the disquietness that was conceived within his heart the moment Bai Luo Yin’s presence vanished from just a few minutes of his own negligence. But now that the missing person stood before him, holding a stick of tanghulu, gaily savoring the sweet taste to the point that the side of his lips were kissed with sugar, how can his heart and mind not burn with rage?

Keeping his eyes on him, he walked over and bellowed out, “Where the fuck did you run off to?”

Bai Luo Yin’s face immediately tensed up and even the bright smile that once adorned his lips waned. “I went to buy two tanghulus.”

Having said that, he passed the remaining uneaten stick of tanghulu over to Gu Hai.

Gu Hai refused to take it, letting his eyes imprison Bai Luo Yin’s instead. He maintained a darkened face and asked, “Why didn’t you at least say something to me when you went to buy the tanghulu? Do you know how worried sick I was?”

A watchful silence besieged the space between them before anger recalcitrantly charged into Bai Luo Yin’s head. “I did tell you! You’re the one that didn’t hear it!”

“If you had properly told me, wouldn’t I have heard it?” Gu Hai said with an imperious aggression that invited his voice to rise. “Couldn’t you wait until I came out so that we could go get it together? What the hell, would you have died from the craving if you ate a bit later?”

The stick in Bai Luo Yin’s hand that was still stretched out towards Gu Hai suddenly dropped to the ground with a thud. Before long, the remaining pieces of tanghulu were also smashed on the ground beneath their feet. A thunderous roar then rang out amongst the raucous laughter passing by them.

“Fine! See if I fucking give a shit if you get to eat any or not!!”

Bai Luo Yin seethed, then he quickly calmed himself down, turned around and walked away!

With haste, Gu Hai forcibly grabbed the hem of Bai Luo Yin’s shirt, but the other lad took to ruthlessly shaking it off instead. When Gu Hai grabbed again, Bai Luo Yin also shook it away once more. The two that were talking and laughing on the street just a moment ago were now tearing each other apart. After a few more seconds of pushing and pulling, the pressure of a raging sea of anger forced Bai Luo Yin’s sturdy fist to brutally land on Gu Hai’s face. As the saying goes, you can hit the person but not his face. Gu Hai’s mind darkened like that of a gathering storm clouds. As anger afflicted his chest, he picked up his feet and kicked Bai Luo Yin’s ass.

Fine, fuck it!!

That kick was the breaking point of his patience which had completely drawn out all of young master Bai’s wrath. This time, there was no use in saying anything else. He was blinded by a five-course serving of wrath that tasted bitter yet unsurprisingly sour. Bai Luo Yin’s face erupted to a dark shade, black like the bottom of a pot that had burned for too long. He marched off, flagged down a taxi and left.

Gu Hai stood on the street, fuming with rage between gritted teeth as he watched the taxi gradually disappeared into the sea of cars. How big of a deal was it? Just because of a stick of tanghulu, the two had torn at each other furiously. It was true, a harmonious relationship was not something that could be truly nurtured overnight or even a short period of time.

Lifting his head to squint up at the sky in an attempt to catch a glimpse of color, Gu Hai then closed his eyes and let out a few heavy breaths. Just as he was about to return, he suddenly saw the small shop that sold tanghulu. As it turns out, it was just one corner away. With just one look, there were still a rabble of noisy, excited customers inside.

It must’ve also been crowded when he was queuing to pay too, huh? Isn’t he normally unhappy about being in the crowd?

He turned around to glance at the fallen tanghulu on the ground. Thinking about it, a sense of regret and distress subconsciously formed in his chest, gripping it just a bit. Glancing once more, he turned, went in the shop to buy a few sticks of tanghulus, then carried it back to their rented apartment.

Having returned earlier, Bai Luo Yin was now in the bedroom processing his thoughts. The bags of goods that he had previously purchased with Gu Hai and brought back with him were thrown at the front doorway unattended.

Once Gu Hai entered through the door, the floor near his feet were stacked with bags that had been lying there for a long while now. He first tidied them up in an orderly manner then picked up a stick of tanghulu and stood rooted at the bedroom doorway. Just as he cleared his throat, he was met with the back of Bai Luo Yin’s eerie figure. Without seeing the expression that lined his face, one could make out the gloominess that exuded from his body. Even after hearing Gu Hai’s voice, he did not turn his head around.

When Gu Hai sauntered into the room and placed his hand on Bai Luo Yin’s shoulder, he was immediately answered with a ‘fuck off.’ Undeterred by that expected reaction, Gu Hai playfully stretched out his hand, holding the stick of tanghulu in front of Bai Luo Yin. But Bai Luo Yin unswervingly flung his hand back.

“You’re really angry?”

At those words, a sense of coldness licked at Bai Luo Yin’s tongue and crept into his voice, spreading across his skin like the icy tide on a frigid winter beach.

“It’s not fucking worth it!!”

“Do you have to go that far? Isn’t it because of a tanghulu, huh? Besides, you’re the one that smashed it to the ground yourself. Look, didn’t I buy it back for you? If it’s not enough, there’s more in the other room.”

Bai Luo Yin’s brows drew close as anger boiled deep in his system. It churned within his mind, making it nearly impossible for him to control himself.

“It has nothing to do with the tanghulu at all!”

“Then what’s the reason? Because I’m terrible to you? Tell me yourself, aren’t you to blame for today’s situation? If it was any other time, it wouldn’t have mattered as much but what’s happening now, huh? If you couldn’t find me, wouldn’t you be anxious?”

Bai Luo Yin deliberately maintained a strong-minded attitude, “I won’t be anxious!”

Gu Hai knew full well that Bai Luo Yin’s harsh words were said in a moment of anger. He proceeded to point at his own face and said accusingly, “Look here, look at the punch that you gave me, it’s already bluish green. Is there anyone out there that punch a person like you? Who am I for you to hit me however you want?”

Keeping his eyes on him, Bai Luo Yin’s foreboding eyes pressed at the person in front of him, “Didn’t you also kick me?”

“Where? I didn’t use any strength at all!”

“Whether there was strength in it or not, you’d know?”

“See! And you still have the nerve to say you’re not angry!” Gu Hai reached out and pinched Bai Luo Yin’s cheeks before teasing him, “Did that kick really hurt that much? Let me look at it. I want to see if you’re bruised or not.”

“Fuck off!” said Bai Luo Yin in a sulky tone of a querulous child. His mood seemed to have ricocheted between low and…lower.

Gu Hai gave him a warm glance and as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, he jauntily picked up the tanghulu and took a bite of it. He glanced again and praised the sweetness in his mouth. “The taste is really good. You don’t want a bite?” He passed the stick towards the side of Bai Luo Yin’s mouth.

The entire time, Bai Luo Yin simply ignored the pea-brained jerk.

Gu Hai pulled his hand back and rubbed the stick of tanghulu along his own lip again, then took a bite, savoring the sugar that glued to his mouth. “Yeah, it’s sweet and crunchy.”

This behavior immediately made Bai Luo Yin think that there was a mentally disturbed child standing beside him.

Still in his own world, Gu Hai ate several more pieces until there were only two remaining. He waved it back and forth in front of Bai Luo Yin again in an attempt to lure his aching taste buds. Then he asked, “You really don’t want any? If you don’t eat it now, there won’t be any more later.”

“I already said I won’t eat it, so I won’t.” Bai Luo Yin roughly vocalize that sentence.

“I’m going to fucking make you take a bite of it today!”

Immediately after saying that, he bit a whole piece of the sweetened fruit off, pulled it off the stick and, let it hang loosely between lips. Then he grabbed Bai Luo Yin’s head with both his hands and attempted to press it into his mouth. Bai Luo Yin shifted left and right, trying to dodge the invading attacks but to no avail. After a while, the constant rubbing caused his lips to be covered in a thick messy layer of sugar, bullying his mouth to break open.

Half of the tanghulu and someone’s mischievous tongue charged in at the same time, allowing the sweet taste to pervade every corner of his mouth. It was a sloppy attempt, but nonetheless, a kiss was a kiss. As Bai Luo Yin chewed on the tanghulu, he deliberately bit on Gu Hai’s roaming tongue. The painful sensation shocked Gu Hai, forcing him to withdraw his playful tongue. Instead of retreating, a slight smirk appeared on his face instead. He slowly licked the sugars that clung at the side of Bai Luo Yin’s mouth, bit by bit, until it was clean.

In this simple yet endearing manner, the two quickly reconciled and gathered in the kitchen to prepare a magnificent dinner.

Gu Hai cut and sliced the vegetables to perfection and allowed them to pile up on the cutting board. He stopped his own task for a moment and glanced to the side. Bai Luo Yin was in the middle of washing a cucumber ah…...his hand was firmly gripping the cucumber, rubbing it up and down, up and down. As Gu Hai continued to keep an attentive gaze on the movements of Bai Luo Yin’s hands, deadly flames immediately began to flare up in his heart and surround the space within his chest, provoking tendrils of smoke to desperately escape his burning body.

“It won’t be clean if you wash it like that.” Gu Hai warned him from the side, while averting his eyes.

Bai Luo Yin responded with a few words, “Then how should it be washed so that it’ll be clean?”

“Bring it over here, I’ll show you.”

When Bai Luo Yin complied, and passed the cucumber over, Gu Hai immediately put the end of it into his mouth without hesitation. First, he slowly extended the tip of his pale pink tongue and sensually licked it for a while. Then, he pushed the cucumber half way into his mouth before pulling it in and out in a slow tantalizing manner. All the while, his wicked eyes bled out with an irresistible sense of eroticism and sexual innuendo as he glanced at Bai Luo Yin from time to time.

Bai Luo Yin, on the other hand, has had enough with Gu Hai’s wickedness. Looking at Gu Hai’s unruffled appearance, he immediately snatched the slobbered cucumber away from his mouth and went to pull his pants down. Handling the stolen fruit as a formidable weapon, he used it to poke that restless ‘little chrysanthemum’ down below.

Caught off guard, it was too late for Gu Hai to evade the incoming assault. He was nearly captured by the suddenness of it. But fortunately, he was able to force enough strength into his hand to intercept the cucumber at his tailbone. After his thrilling escape from that dangerous situation, he saw Bai Luo Yin toss the cucumber in the trash can. Even then he had the nerve to complain begrudgingly.

“Why did you throw it away?”

“There’s saliva all over it now. If it shouldn’t be thrown out, who are you trying to disgust with it?”

Gu Hai scoffed and jokingly said, “You think I’m dirty? When I fed you mouth to mouth, was it not enough, hmmmm?”

A gentle flush of pink tinged Bai Luo Yin’s cheeks, making him look vulnerable and bashful. He kept silent and washed the remaining vegetables.

Noting the warm aura that encased the tranquil space between them, Gu Hai gently embraced Bai Luo Yin’s waist from behind and carefully rest his chin on his firm shoulder. His voice then softened with a touch of sweetness as he spoke.

“When are you going to cook a meal for me?”

“Don’t even think about it. That day will never come.”

Gu Hai instantly cried out in grievance, “Isn’t it obvious that you’re bullying me? Just exactly how have I served you, huh?”

“No one forced you to.”

Slightly pouting first, Gu Hai then bitterly bit Bai Luo Yin’s ear. His tongue danced out and licked the outer rim several times before tracing circles along the inside. These enticing movements caused the rhythm of Bai Luo Yin’s hands to immediately spiral into chaos.

“Hey, I bought sex toys. After dinner, the two of us can play,” said Gu Hai seductively as his hot breath fanned out on the side Bai Luo Yin’s neck, leaving behind a warm sensation that tickled the sensitive skin.

Bai Luo Yin’s body stiffened as he turned around to look at Gu Hai. His teeth ground against each other creating a creaking sound. “You really……!! I’m not playing. If you’re dying to, then go play with it by yourself!!”

“It’s really interesting!” Gu Hai persistently incited.

In the end, finding it impossible to resist the enticement, Bai Luo Yin asked out of curiosity, “What did you buy? Let me see it first.”

“Tsk tsk……” A devious smile played on Gu Hai’s lips, “Who said he didn’t want to play a moment ago?”

“Let me see it first!”

Seeing the slight frustration in Bai Luo Yin’s narrowed eyes, Gu Hai continued to smile shamelessly. “We’ll talk about it again later. If I take it out now, I’m afraid we’ll just end up playing with it right away. If that happens, even our meal won’t be as good anymore.”

Since Gu Hai said it like that, Bai Luo Yin’s mind became even more uncertain. As a result, when Gu Hai was diligently cooking in his own world, Bai Luo Yin sneakily made use of the opportunity to enter the bedroom. Making sure not to create too much noise, he incessantly flipped through everything in search of these mysterious items. In the wardrobe, on the bookcase, the drawers of their small studying table, beneath the pillows……all the places that could be used to hide something, he combed through them high and low. Unexpectedly, he still could not find any suspicious item.

“Baobei, it’s time to eat.” Gu Hai shouted loudly from outside of the bedroom.

Fruitless in his search, Bai Luo Yin was forced to drop his investigation.

Today was Xiao Nian, a festive day that not only everyone from old to young heartily celebrated, but they also seek to eliminate their misfortune and any lingering illness during the holiday. With a positive mindset, the two decided to have a drink.

Before having their meal, they had agreed to only have one drink, and in no condition, should they have more than that. But, once the liquor ravaged their throats and the words flowed out of their thirsty mouths, the more imbued they were with excitement. Another sour and vile taste slipped into their mouths, slowly intoxicating them but it was not enough to steal away reality. In just the blink of an eye, another cup of liquor streamed smoothly into their awaiting stomachs. Gu Hai deliberately poured more for Bai Luo Yin and as that cup flowed to the brim, his own was also filled.

Once Bai Luo Yin drank, especially if he has one too many, he would definitely become a silly fool. Gu Hai had assiduously sought out all the chances that he could find to put more liquor towards Bai Luo Yin’s lips so that he could see this moment of silliness.

In no time, the two slumped sideways on the sofa. Staring straight ahead, Bai Luo Yin looked at his own flushed face through the small mirror sitting silently on the tea table in front of them. Thinking that he must have caught some sort of sickness, he buried his head into Gu Hai’s shoulder and rubbed against it incessantly. After finishing, he took another look at himself. It was even redder than before.

“It looks strange.” Bai Luo Yin mumbled almost incoherently.

Although Gu Hai’s mind has already been devoured by intoxication, his body was still wide awake. His fingers crawled out and sternly gripped Bai Luo Yin’s shirt, pulling him so close that their face nearly collided.

“Nothing’s going to happen if you rub there. You have to rub here.” As he said that, he pointed down towards his own crotch.

Within just seconds of him saying that, Bai Luo Yin’s head instantly fell, like an iron ball crashing on Gu Hai’s idle penis, causing him to wail. Afterwards, Bai Luo Yin turned his face halfway to the side and stole a glance at Gu Hai before laughing to the point his sides ached.

“Have a taste, it’s very delicious.” Undeterred, Gu Hai fished his large penis out and placed it at Bai Luo Yin’s mouth.

Bai Luo Yin instead groaned coldly and twisted his face to the other side so that the back of his head was facing Xiao Hai Zi.

Gu Hai suddenly remembered something and pulled Bai Luo Yin up. “That’s right! We haven’t played with the sex toys I bought yet!!”

The moment Bai Luo Yin heard this, his spirit energetically rushed back into his body, dragging a bit of his soberness back. He straightened his back and sat upright in a rather obedient manner while facing Gu Hai.

“Yeah, yeah. Hurry up and go get it. Huuurrrrryyyyy!”

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