Well if you want to be gre-- [ He starts, but cuts off immediately when Sizhui steps up to him.
His heart thumps once, but then he leans in, pressing his lips to Sizhui's with far more intention that that simple brush had given, not even noticing when a hand went to rest on the boy's waist.
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His heart thumps once, but then he leans in, pressing his lips to Sizhui's with far more intention that that simple brush had given, not even noticing when a hand went to rest on the boy's waist.
He'd kind of forgotten they were just
in Hanguang-jun's kitchen
really hadn't thought that far ahead. ]