He Tian: We Should Play Spin The Bottle! I’ll Go First. Oh, It’s Little Mo!

Tian: [kisses Mo's forehead]

Mo: You missed.

Tian: ...?

Mo:[Brings Tian down and kisses him on the lips]

Tian *pass away*

imagine what would happen to he tian if she li had actually killed guan shan then...

jian yi, a 24 year old grown man: xixi... don't you think it's sad that poor lonely zebras can't sleep on their own? it's like... soo unfair.

zhan zheng xi: jian yi, my love, it is really sad, yeah, but could you please think about it later instead of when we're fucking?

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.

mo guan shan: *crying*

he tian: what happaned!? did somebody hurt you? tell me, i swear i'm gonna kill them-

mo guan shan: i'm just cutting onions.

he tian, at night: listen here, you stupid onion-

At the first night

police, arresting he tian: everything you say will be held against you.

he tian: mo guan shan.

mama mo: what are you guys doing?

he tian: um... it's our bro thing, you know. totally platonic best bros do it all the time now.

mama mo: ...

mama mo: it's okay, boys. guan shan, i'm sorry you felt like you couldn't tell me that you have a boyfriend. you can go back to kissing now, i'll leave.

he cheng: that redhead boy, his eyes are green, right?

he tian: no, they're amber, just like honey or resin glistening in the rays of sun.

he cheng: and when was the last time he smiled?

he tian: well, this morning guanshan was eating a sandwich and smiled very-very slightly, out of the corner of his lips.

he cheng: right... and when is my birthday?

he tian:

he cheng: when is my birthday, he tian? when, huh? WHEN?

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