Wei Shen Quotes

But in the fake worlds, Shen Wei was always right there at his side, playing different roles in his life.

With his hand being held by Ji Mingxuan, Shen Mo felt his face heat up as well. He was glad that the lights in the room were all off, which gave him the courage to finish his words. He heard himself say in the dark, “Mr. Ji... you’re just a little bit in love with me, aren’t you?” The room was frighteningly quiet.

Shen Mo looked up and asked, “Did you have dinner yet, Mr. Ji?” “I did,” Ji Mingxuan replied. “I wanted to have dinner with you, but you seem quite busy these days.

Still holding Ji Mingxuan’s hand, Shen Mo tilted his head and looked into the man’s eyes. “Mr. Ji, my heart is right here.” This was probably the only chance he had in his life to say these words. As such, he spoke word by word, “It has been here since seven years ago.

Ji Mingxuan’s features looked quite beautiful in the hazy moonlight. Ji Mingxuan gazed at Shen Mo quietly, as if he had been looking at Shen Mo for a long time. His eyes were as tender as water, gently sweeping over Shen Mo’s face. Shen Mo’s heartbeat quickened again. He could only say, “Mr. Ji...” All was silent in the moonlight. Ji Mingxuan said nothing. He lowered his head, and then tenderly kissed Shen Mo’s lips.

Ji Mingxuan sighed. He reached for Shen Mo’s hand underneath the blanket, asking Shen Mo instead, “What do you think? Why do you think I did it?” With his hand being held by Ji Mingxuan, Shen Mo felt his face heat up as well. He was glad that the lights in the room were all off, which gave him the courage to finish his words. He heard himself say in the dark, “Mr. Ji... you’re just a little bit in love with me, aren’t you?

Where are you, Shen Mo?” “Did you go with Zhou Yang?” “Come back.” “Shen Mo, don’t go.” “Stay here.” “... Stay by my side.

Paint a matching one on your hand too. I’ll inspect it at lunch.” Shen Mo said, “What I painted was my own heart. As for yours, Mr. Ji…” “You’ll paint it too, of course.” Ji Mingxuan’s gaze turned back toward him. “You know where my heart lies, don’t you?

Is there anything money can’t solve?” “Yes.” The man gazed into Shen Mo’s eyes, his voice almost inaudible. “Like... make someone fall in love with me.

Shen Mo parted his lips to nip at the man’s chin. “I love you—isn’t that enough? Does anyone else need to fall in love with you?” The man held Shen Mo’s waist and said in a low, husky voice, “Say that again.” Shen Mo knew what the man wanted to hear. He repeated beside the man’s ear, “I love you, I love you, I love you...

The man put Shen Mo’s hand to his lips, almost as though it was a kiss. He gazed at Shen Mo and asked, “Do you really not know? Why I stayed by your side?” As if realizing something, Shen Mo whispered, “Don’t say it…” But the man had already bent over to kiss Shen Mo’s lips. “Because I love you, Shen Mo.

Did you do that on purpose, Mr. Ji?” Ji Mingxuan was still washing his hands. He asked, “What do you think?” Shen Mo knew the answer.

Ji Mingxuan knew everything already. He let go of Shen Mo. “A wise man learns from his mistakes, while a foolish one falls into the same pits. Shen Mo, don’t you think that you’re really foolish beyond help?” Shen Mo answered carefully, “It’s fine that I’m foolish, Mr. Ji, as long as you’re a wise man.

He remembered how the scar-faced man had stepped on his fingers one by one, sneering while telling him that Zhou Yang would never show up.  Zhou Yang was abroad with his childhood sweetheart. No matter how many phone calls Shen Mo made, no one answered.

Shen Mo stared at Zhou Yang for a few moments. He couldn’t help but soften his tone. “If two people truly loved each other, no trick could drive them apart.” If two people broke up, it must be because they didn’t love each other deeply enough.

Shen Mo shook his right hand, realizing for the first time how good it felt to hit someone. Perhaps he should have hit Zhou Yang a long time ago.

Shen Mo gazed at Ji Mingxuan and said, “I have always been yours.

Ji Mingxuan raised his left hand to show Shen Mo the ring—it hadn’t faded yet. He then pointed at Shen Mo’s hand and said, “Paint a matching one on your hand too. I’ll inspect it at lunch.

Mr. Ji introduced Shen Mo casually and naturally, “He’s the future Mrs. Ji.” —He had long known that the person was the one.

Let alone the man’s name, Shen Mo couldn’t even remember his own name right now.

Shen Mo couldn’t help but hold his breath, as if Ji Mingxuan had kissed him on the tip of his heart.

As Ji Mingxuan kissed Shen Mo, he suddenly bit down. It was quite a hard bite, almost as if he wanted to mark Shen Mo’s body. He whispered, “Shen Mo, you are mine now.

He was good at kissing. Shen Mo almost drowned in the tenderness.

Ji Mingxuan took Shen Mo’s hand and pressed it against his chest. “Shen Mo, you fell in on your own.” Shen Mo admitted calmly, “I did.” It was only because at the other end of the trap was Mr. Ji that Shen Mo had ignored everything else and jumped right in.

Shen Mo said, “What I painted was my own heart. As for yours, Mr. Ji…” “You’ll paint it too, of course.” Ji Mingxuan’s gaze turned back toward him. “You know where my heart lies, don’t you?

Don’t let the big bad wolf catch you, Uncle, or I won’t be able to see you anymore. Daddy has your photo, but I don’t have one.” Shen Mo was surprised. “What photo?” “The one Daddy puts in his wallet….

Mr. Ji.” “Hm?” “Someone will be there.” “What?” “Someone who stays by your side.” Gazing at Ji Mingxuan, Shen Mo stated, “They’ll definitely be there.

Even if Shen Mo reached inside himself and pressed hard, so much so that his heart began to bleed, he would still be unable to suppress his feelings.

Let’s go.” Like so many times before, Shen Mo followed Ji Mingxuan with all his heart.

True story: I’m too lazy to even wash my socks. I buy seven or eight pairs and wear them all once, and then I shake them out, sort them by how bad they smell, and wear them again. Then I finally stuff them into the laundry bag and send them off to be washed. Rinse and repeat, ad nauseam. Every so often a sock goes missing, so its partner ends up among the mismatched. I didn’t start wearing them in pairs until after Shen Wei moved in.

Zhao Yunlan reached out and gently stroked Shen Wei’s hair. 'Such a heavy heart, full of such heavy calculations…' He sighed. 'You sure are hard to take care of. Come on, we’re going home.

Zhao Yunlan reached out and gently stroked Shen Wei’s hair. “Such a heavy heart, full of such heavy calculations…” He sighed. “You sure are hard to take care of. Come on, we’re going home.

THE FOUR LEVELS (OR STAGES) There are four levels to healing. These first appear in Discussion of Warm Diseases by Ye Tian Shi, written in the late 1600s and early 1700s. These levels or stages evolve in order from the surface to deeply internal; and from a light sickness to death.61 These stages are, in this order: •​The wei level is defensive. It is named after wei chi, which guards the body in the skin. It is usually the initial stage of most infections and diseases, caused by the attack of different winds, or atmospheres. A common example problem is warm wind, which is warm evil combined with the wind that attacks the skin. Symptoms on this level often involve the lungs and skin and call for releasing the problematic atmospheres. •​The chi level is internal. It describes the battle between the vital chi (or zheng chi) of the body and the warm evil. The warm evil has attacked the zang-fu, producing excessive symptoms, usually internal excess heat. Symptoms arise based on the particular organ systems involved. •​The ying level is nutritive. The warm evil (a pathogenic mild heat) has dominated the chi level and is confronting the ying, the chi or precursor of the blood. Ying travels through the blood vessels and the heart, which houses shen, the energy of the mind. •​The xue level is the blood. Once the warm evil has entered the blood, the Liver and Kidney systems are involved and bleeding starts. Death can soon follow.

As Shen Mo read the messages one after another, his eyes gradually blurred. “Where are you, Shen Mo?” “Did you go with Zhou Yang?” “Come back.” “Shen Mo, don’t go.” “Stay here.” “... Stay by my side.

Entranced by pleasure, Shen Mo’s body grew soft. Ji Mingxuan hugged Shen Mo’s waist with one hand and lifted the dirtied fingers of his other hand toward Shen Mo’s mouth. Shen Mo was about to lick the slender fingers when he heard Ji Mingxuan laugh and say toward the door, “Zhou Yang, have you seen enough?