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Gao Tu × Shen Wenlang by Redlightyellowlight
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Hey readers, I am rewriting rabbit×wolf story with my own imagination thinking what would have happened in all those scenes which original author just ignored (no hate to the writer but i believe they deserve more focus then they got in novel and drama too) I hope you enjoy it as much as i did while writing. Please leave comments to let me know if you like it or not. All rights goes to the original author. This is just a small fanfic. Also my first language is not English nor that i much like this language so if there are any mistakes, ignore them as most of you ignore the main lead in abodesire:) Love Bye bye
The Scent of Juniper ( Shen wenlang and GAO tu ) by Shenwelanh
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This is a short story about Shen wanlang and gao tu, it's completely different from the desire novel.
Coming Home by yh1112
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After years of service in the military, Sa Xin and Benjamin have finally settled into a quieter life. Their days of war and discipline are behind them, but some habits remain-Sa Xin, now a journalist, still carries the weight of his work, while Benjamin, ever the steady presence, ensures that home remains a place of warmth and rest. Each night, when Sa Xin returns home exhausted from long hours chasing stories, Benjamin is there-waiting with a warm meal, quiet understanding, and the patience that years of knowing each other have built. Their conversations are filled with teasing remarks and gentle banter, a language of love that only they understand. But beneath it all, Benjamin knows when to step in-guiding Sa Xin to slow down, to breathe, to let himself be cared for. In the simple routines of their evenings-shared meals, soft touches, and the comfort of each other's presence-they find solace. There is no need for grand gestures; just the warmth of familiarity, the quiet promise that no matter how exhausting the world outside may be, home will always be where they belong-to each other.