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Zhao Yunlan tilts his head up as he hears the door unblocked. Shen Wei walks inside, arranging his shoes as neatly as ever. His husband makes even such movement pleasant to the eyes. He grins as he greets him: “My love, welcome home.” 

Shen Wei looks up, smiling softly: “I’m home.” 

The smile is small and sweet but Zhao Yunlan can still see the exhaustion behind it, the tiredness painted inside his eyes. 

“Xiao Wei, what’s wrong?” He sits up properly on the couch, asking worriedly.

Shen Wei sighs, putting his bag aside, and sitting down on the couch with Zhao Yunlan: “Just some problems at work.” 

“Do you want to tell me about it?” Zhao Yunlan asks softly, covering Shen Wei’s hand with his.

Shen Wei hesitates for a second then shakes his head: “It’s…nothing to tell.”

Zhao Yunlan cannot help frowning slightly. He knows if he asks again, Shen Wei will tell him, detail by detail. But Zhao Yunlan does not want that, whatever it is if Shen Wei does not want to tell him, he does not have to ( that does not mean Zhao Yunlan would not be able to figure that out in his way ). At least, it isn't so terrible, Shen Wei did not lie that’s why. If Shen Wei had lied and smiled at him, Zhao Yunlan would have been more worried. 

Zhao Yunlan knows if Shen Wei does not want to tell him about it, it is mostly some work thing that Zhao Yunlan would not be able to help. So he spreads his arms, smiling at Shen Wei: “Then do you want some cuddle?” 

Shen Wei's expression softens, and his eyes lighten up as he looks at Zhao Yunlan. Then he carefully wraps his arms around Zhao Yunlan, snuggling like a big sad kitty into his chest. 

Zhao Yunlan pats his back gently, kissing his hair softly: “It’s okay to feel exhausted from a day of work, everyone does. It will all be better soon.” 

Shen Wei grips tightly on Zhao Yunlan's shirt, his breathing muffed against his chest. Zhao Yunlan only hums as he strokes Shen Wei's hair. Shen Wei melts on top of him. 

“Do you have a superpower, Yunlan?” Shen Wei mumbles to him, snuggling at Zhao Yunlan’s nape. Somehow it startles a laugh out of Zhao Yunlan.

“What do you mean, baobei?” 

Shen Wei pulls back slightly, staring into Zhao Yunlan’s eyes with full of love and devotion. He kisses him softly on the lips, whispering quietly: “When you touch me, when you talk to me, you make a bit of my tiredness fade away. No matter how exhausted I am when I get home, when I touch you I feel alive again. Yunlan, my love, what did you do to me, to make me feel so loved, so adored? Is it a power that you hide from me?”

Zhao Yunlan feels overwhelmed, his eyes wet. He can’t form his words but Shen Wei does not give him time to think. Zhao Yunlan can only gasp as his husband kisses him senselessly. It’s too much, his speech, this kiss, Zhao Yunlan can feel tears streaming down his face. Shen Wei said he felt loved because of Zhao Yunlan but he made Zhao Yunlan feel the same nonetheless. So much love that it busts out of him, overwhelming him.

Zhao Yunlan holds onto Shen Wei's neck, pulling him against his body, deepening their kiss once again. He pants as they part, Shen Wei kisses away his tears, licking his cheeks.

Zhao Yunlan closes his eyes, feeling the sensation on his skin. He keeps breathing in until he can form his words and Shen Wei waits for it patiently.

“Not a power, Xiao Wei.” He tells him quietly. “You make me feel the same, it’s not just because of me, baobei. It’s us .”

Shen Wei's eyes widen at his words, he looks completely surprised for a second then he smiles softly at Zhao Yunlan.

“Yes, it’s us.”