I hope so!😊 but there are still no materials... where is the trailer?
I was talking about the final trailer which was released a few days before the drama started airing. Lol, nevermined, I got confused, the drama aired on Oct. 26 and I saw another trailer dated Oct 28 and mixed the 2 dates up🤣
This time it's really coming y'all 🤭 I'm 100% sure.
Love the confidence! I’m choosing to believe you because I have no other choice. 😆 But honestly, how many times have we been "100% sure" before? I’ve lost count.🤣🤣
No idea but if he starts smth new it means he has no problems, I am glad!Though I hope he won't now forget about…
He might just crash out if it doesn't air. 🤣 He didn't spend all that time making sure every strand of hair was perfectly placed just for it to sit in a vault. He’ll probably leak it himself if Youku were to lock it in a basement.😆
Btw CDL and Ju Jingyi fans have protested against the production team of this drama for lack of promotional content…
It’s honestly great to see the fandoms coming together for this. It makes no sense to have such a high-profile cast and then give them zero promotional room to interact. The production team is really doing a disservice to the actors by keeping everything so low-key. Hopefully, this protest actually wakes them up!
I keep thinking about the drama hitting 2 million reservations... Everyone is expecting a trailer or at least a new poster, but imagine if they just post the same old one with a big, bold 200 slapped on it. No trailer, no nothing. I can already picture the comment section exploding. I’m laughing just imagining the meltdown! 🤣
Y'all I'm not joking I had a dream that the drama was out 😭 But for some reason the production was cheap.…
That’s definitely a nightmare AND a dream at the same time! 😭 Imagine waiting all these months just for it to look cheap? I’d cry! But also... it's a dream because it's actually released. The drought is so bad we're even dreaming about the premiere now. The struggle is real! 🤣
I actually just finished a drawing of JJY! ☺️ I posted it on my Tumblr if you’d like to see it. I'll probably…
Thanks! Though now that I’ve had a whole 2 hours of sleep, my brain is finally awake enough to realize those 3 AM decisions were... interesting. 👁️👄👁️ The eyes are definitely doing their own thing! 😆
I actually just finished a drawing of JJY! ☺️ I posted it on my Tumblr if you’d like to see it. I'll probably…
OMG thank you! 😭 I think the sleep deprivation was making me see things because now that I’m awake, I’m looking at these eyes like... who is she?? 👁️👄👁️ This is NOT what I intended! Glad you guys like it more than I do right now! 😂❤️
To pass some time, here's a modern one-shot AU of JILU to keep the brain rot going.😆 Also because I noticed…
The neon light of the "Golden Crispy" sign flickered, casting a greasy yellow glow over the diner table. Ji Ling sat stiffly, poking at a bowl of kale and quinoa. He was a lead investigator for the Bureau, and he lived by a strict code of discipline. That code, however, was currently losing a war against the smell of the bucket of fried chicken sitting in front of Lu Wuyi.
"You haven't touched your leaves, Detective," Wuyi said, crunching into a drumstick. She watched his pupils dilate until his brown eyes were almost black. She pushed the bucket toward him. "Eat up. You’ve been looking a bit scruffy lately. Honestly, you’re staring at that drumstick like you're ready to break into a chicken coop”
Ji Ling cleared his throat and adjusted his tie. "I'm just hungry, Wuyi. It's been a long shift." He forced himself to take a bite of kale.
“Hmm, if you say so” Wuyi wanted to laugh because she knows he’s a Brown Fox, and Brown Foxes are notorious in demon lore for being the best poultry thieves.
An hour later, they were back in the stakeout car. The suspect hadn't shown up yet, and Ji Ling was filled with restless energy. The silence was only broken by a rhythmic thump-thump-thump sound. Ji Ling’s right leg was bouncing so fast the coins in the cup holder were rattling.
"If you wag that any harder, you’re going to create a draft in here," Wuyi said, not looking up from her book. "Do I need to buy you a chew toy, or you sit still?"
Ji Ling froze, his face heating up. "Wag what? My leg? I’m processing the evidence." He gripped the steering wheel, trying to ignore the fact that the 'thump' of his leg felt suspiciously like the heavy beat of a tail he didn't have.
To Wuyi, his "tail" was invisible to him but very real to her. He wasn't just bouncing his leg; his spirit was literally thumping a thick, brown tail against the seat because he was excited about the stakeout. It was the most adorable thing she’d seen after living for over three centuries.
When the suspect finally appeared, they chased him through a damp, narrow alleyway. After the arrest, Ji Ling immediately pulled a small comb he kept from his pocket. He began meticulously smoothing his hair, obsessed with getting every strand back into place in the reflection of the car window.
"Don't worry, Detective," Wuyi teased, leaning against the police cruiser. "Your coat is still shiny. Though, I’ve heard that for guys like you, a little bit of 'scruff' is actually quite 'in' this season. Very... woodland chic."
Ji Ling put the comb away, feeling embarrassed."It’s important to maintain a professional appearance in the field." He didn't tell her that if his hair wasn't perfectly flat, his skin felt like it was crawling, a sensation that only went away when he "groomed" himself.
He walked back into the alley to check for dropped evidence, sniffing the air deeply. "Something’s off," he muttered. "It smells like sulfur and... wet dog."
Wuyi stepped into his personal space, her nose inches from his neck. She took a long, exaggerated breath. "Funny. All I smell is a very confused puppy who’s been spending too much time in the rain. You really should mark your territory more clearly, Ji Ling. People might get the wrong idea."
Ji Ling scrambled back, nearly tripping over a trash can. "I—I don't mark territory! I'm a federal officer!" His ears felt like they were burning, and he could swear they were twitching, even though he knew they were perfectly human and stationary.
Wuyi was a bit flabbergasted because she’s literally telling him he needs to use his demon scent to ward off other predators, but he thinks she’s just being a flirtatious nightmare.
By the time they reached his apartment to drop off the files, Ji Ling was exhausted. He let her in, and Wuyi stopped dead in the middle of his living room. The apartment was tiny, but every corner was filled with heavy, plush blankets and oversized pillows. There was a literal nest of them in the corner by the radiator.
Wuyi just smiled, Ji Ling has instinctively built himself a fox den, complete with a "nesting" area of blankets, and he doesn't even realize it.
"Lovely place," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "A bit small, though. Very... 'hole in the wall.' Do you always prefer living in a burrow, or did you just run out of furniture money?"
"It's efficient! I don't need much space," he snapped, feeling a strange, defensive urge to stand in front of his pile of blankets.
So she just gave him a look that lasted a second too long to be casual. She reached out and patted his cheek. "Go to sleep, Ji Ling. Brush your 'fur.' Maybe one day you'll finally figure out why you're so much better at catching criminals than everyone else."
She left before he could answer. Ji Ling stood in his "burrow," looking at his reflection in the dark window. For a second, he thought he saw a pair of pointed, cinnamon-brown ears and a thick, bushy tail reflected in the glass, but when he blinked, they were gone.
He sighed and crawled into his mountain of blankets, feeling, for the first time all day, he’s exactly where he was supposed to be.He didn't know why, but as he closed his eyes, he felt a strange, phantom weight resting over his feet; like a heavy, warm tail.
FOR THE SULFUR AND WET DOG PART EXPLANATION: Ji Ling thinks he’s just a top-tier detective with an incredibly sensitive nose. When he gets to a crime scene and smells sulfur, he doesn't realize that’s the literal scent of a demon; he just thinks it’s some chemical or "clue" left behind by a regular human criminal.
When he says it smells like "wet dog," he’s actually smelling a low-level spirit, but Wuyi turns the joke back on him. Since he’s been running around in the rain, he is the one who smells like a damp animal.
In the animal world, foxes mark their territory with their scent to tell other predators to "back off." Wuyi is teasing him because, as a "detective," he’s trying to reclaim the crime scene. She’s basically saying: "If you’d just act like a real demon and mark this place with your own scent, other spirits wouldn't come here. But instead, you're standing here confused in the rain like a puppy."
To pass some time, here's a modern one-shot AU of JILU to keep the brain rot going.😆 Also because I noticed this page seems to have gotten quiet lately 😆
CONTEXT: Lu Wuyi is an immortal white fox who has watched her lover, Ji Ling, reincarnate for centuries. In this life, he is a detective who is completely unaware that he is actually a brown fox demon.
Wuyi spends her time "trolling" him by making jokes about his fox-like behavior that go right over his head. To her, it’s a game: she’s seeing how many hints she can drop before he finally realizes why he’s so good at "sniffing out" criminals and why he prefers sleeping in a nest of blankets.
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"You haven't touched your leaves, Detective," Wuyi said, crunching into a drumstick. She watched his pupils dilate until his brown eyes were almost black. She pushed the bucket toward him. "Eat up. You’ve been looking a bit scruffy lately. Honestly, you’re staring at that drumstick like you're ready to break into a chicken coop”
Ji Ling cleared his throat and adjusted his tie. "I'm just hungry, Wuyi. It's been a long shift." He forced himself to take a bite of kale.
“Hmm, if you say so” Wuyi wanted to laugh because she knows he’s a Brown Fox, and Brown Foxes are notorious in demon lore for being the best poultry thieves.
An hour later, they were back in the stakeout car. The suspect hadn't shown up yet, and Ji Ling was filled with restless energy. The silence was only broken by a rhythmic thump-thump-thump sound. Ji Ling’s right leg was bouncing so fast the coins in the cup holder were rattling.
"If you wag that any harder, you’re going to create a draft in here," Wuyi said, not looking up from her book. "Do I need to buy you a chew toy, or you sit still?"
Ji Ling froze, his face heating up. "Wag what? My leg? I’m processing the evidence." He gripped the steering wheel, trying to ignore the fact that the 'thump' of his leg felt suspiciously like the heavy beat of a tail he didn't have.
To Wuyi, his "tail" was invisible to him but very real to her. He wasn't just bouncing his leg; his spirit was literally thumping a thick, brown tail against the seat because he was excited about the stakeout. It was the most adorable thing she’d seen after living for over three centuries.
When the suspect finally appeared, they chased him through a damp, narrow alleyway. After the arrest, Ji Ling immediately pulled a small comb he kept from his pocket. He began meticulously smoothing his hair, obsessed with getting every strand back into place in the reflection of the car window.
"Don't worry, Detective," Wuyi teased, leaning against the police cruiser. "Your coat is still shiny. Though, I’ve heard that for guys like you, a little bit of 'scruff' is actually quite 'in' this season. Very... woodland chic."
Ji Ling put the comb away, feeling embarrassed."It’s important to maintain a professional appearance in the field." He didn't tell her that if his hair wasn't perfectly flat, his skin felt like it was crawling, a sensation that only went away when he "groomed" himself.
He walked back into the alley to check for dropped evidence, sniffing the air deeply. "Something’s off," he muttered. "It smells like sulfur and... wet dog."
Wuyi stepped into his personal space, her nose inches from his neck. She took a long, exaggerated breath. "Funny. All I smell is a very confused puppy who’s been spending too much time in the rain. You really should mark your territory more clearly, Ji Ling. People might get the wrong idea."
Ji Ling scrambled back, nearly tripping over a trash can. "I—I don't mark territory! I'm a federal officer!" His ears felt like they were burning, and he could swear they were twitching, even though he knew they were perfectly human and stationary.
Wuyi was a bit flabbergasted because she’s literally telling him he needs to use his demon scent to ward off other predators, but he thinks she’s just being a flirtatious nightmare.
By the time they reached his apartment to drop off the files, Ji Ling was exhausted. He let her in, and Wuyi stopped dead in the middle of his living room. The apartment was tiny, but every corner was filled with heavy, plush blankets and oversized pillows. There was a literal nest of them in the corner by the radiator.
Wuyi just smiled, Ji Ling has instinctively built himself a fox den, complete with a "nesting" area of blankets, and he doesn't even realize it.
"Lovely place," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "A bit small, though. Very... 'hole in the wall.' Do you always prefer living in a burrow, or did you just run out of furniture money?"
"It's efficient! I don't need much space," he snapped, feeling a strange, defensive urge to stand in front of his pile of blankets.
So she just gave him a look that lasted a second too long to be casual. She reached out and patted his cheek. "Go to sleep, Ji Ling. Brush your 'fur.' Maybe one day you'll finally figure out why you're so much better at catching criminals than everyone else."
She left before he could answer. Ji Ling stood in his "burrow," looking at his reflection in the dark window. For a second, he thought he saw a pair of pointed, cinnamon-brown ears and a thick, bushy tail reflected in the glass, but when he blinked, they were gone.
He sighed and crawled into his mountain of blankets, feeling, for the first time all day, he’s exactly where he was supposed to be.He didn't know why, but as he closed his eyes, he felt a strange, phantom weight resting over his feet; like a heavy, warm tail.
FOR THE SULFUR AND WET DOG PART EXPLANATION:
Ji Ling thinks he’s just a top-tier detective with an incredibly sensitive nose. When he gets to a crime scene and smells sulfur, he doesn't realize that’s the literal scent of a demon; he just thinks it’s some chemical or "clue" left behind by a regular human criminal.
When he says it smells like "wet dog," he’s actually smelling a low-level spirit, but Wuyi turns the joke back on him. Since he’s been running around in the rain, he is the one who smells like a damp animal.
In the animal world, foxes mark their territory with their scent to tell other predators to "back off." Wuyi is teasing him because, as a "detective," he’s trying to reclaim the crime scene. She’s basically saying: "If you’d just act like a real demon and mark this place with your own scent, other spirits wouldn't come here. But instead, you're standing here confused in the rain like a puppy."
Also because I noticed this page seems to have gotten quiet lately 😆
CONTEXT:
Lu Wuyi is an immortal white fox who has watched her lover, Ji Ling, reincarnate for centuries. In this life, he is a detective who is completely unaware that he is actually a brown fox demon.
Wuyi spends her time "trolling" him by making jokes about his fox-like behavior that go right over his head. To her, it’s a game: she’s seeing how many hints she can drop before he finally realizes why he’s so good at "sniffing out" criminals and why he prefers sleeping in a nest of blankets.