Sometimes I Think That I'm Too Dependent On Tianshan And 19 Days In General.

mo guan shan: i'm not worthy of a good life, i'm not worthy of having friends, i'm not worthy of you. i'm just a dumb piece of shit with an ugly face.

he tian: …

he tian: you know, little mo, you have 217 freckles only on your face, and i would give half my life to count all the others. i would give the other half to repeat to you every day how beautiful, kind, wonderful, incredible and amazing you are. i love you. and in a way you're right, because you're really stupid if you haven't figured it out by now.

university professor: he tian, why are you so late?

he tian: i'm sorry, professor, my cat fell asleep on my lap, and i didn't want to wake him up.

the cat:

*tian and guan shan, watching harry potter and the half-blood prince together*

he tian: hey redhead, what do you think amortentia would smell like for you?

mo guan shan: i dunno… mom's pie probably. and yours?

he tian: you. mine would smell of you.

guan shan fell asleep thinking about tian's words.

hey guys, can you recommend me some soft tianshan fics?

qiu ge sucking he cheng off in this mask... head empty, no thoughts.

jian yi, admiring zheng xi from a distance: he could end my life anytime and i'd thank him.

he tian and mo guan shan: we'd thank him too.

he tian: *knows perfectly well how to tie a tie*

he tian: *also knows perfectly well that guan shan has never even worn a tie in his life*

he tian: oh, little mo, help me to tie my tie. i'm too clumsy and my hands are completely useless. you're my only hope.

mo guan shan: *grumbles, but still tries to do something*

he tian: *smug face*

two yawning kittens has been spotted

he tian: i need to lose some weight. you've spoiled me, redhead.

mo guan shan: fuck no *cooks 10 times more*

40-year-old he tian has a little tummy. he's still fit and in good shape, it's just that mo's cooking is too delicious to resist. and mo guan shan absolutely loves it, because tian's finally eating (and sleeping) normally.