[ slowly, he shifts, turning against hua cheng's shoulder, and burying his face there, and curls his fingers a little tighter. the red of his coat might yet hide how red his face is. ]
[ Ah, he's died for a third time! Hua Cheng chuckles softly, spreading his fingers and palm wide against the small of Xie Lian's back as he holds him. Just - comfortable, even if he feels the heat from his face. ]
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No, no! [ he laughs, at that. ] I think, perhaps because of the strange magic of this place...?
[ well, it doesn't matter. ] Either way!
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Especially not when Xie Lian is warm, and making such soft sounds like that. Hua Cheng is never moving from his arms, ever again. ]
It's - nice.
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...mnm.
[ slowly, he shifts, turning against hua cheng's shoulder, and burying his face there, and curls his fingers a little tighter. the red of his coat might yet hide how red his face is. ]
I'm glad it helps.
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Does it help you?
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please don't make him say that out loud. ]
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[ It's obvious he's teasing, and not seeking an actual answer out of him for this one. ]
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San Lang ah, stop fishing.