[ this valuable valuable information. he really is out here showing off and lin jingheng looks down at his chest with a long, steady gaze for a moment before letting his eyes trail back up to meet his.
he doesn't know which taste in his mouth is the drink and which is lu bixing.
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he doesn't know which taste in his mouth is the drink and which is lu bixing.
that's fine.
his hold is tighter now, fabric creaking. ]
... Your room?
[ he doesn't want to kick out a baby today. ]