[ lu bixing is voracious in everything he loves to do. reading is but one of the many things that falls under that category. lin jingheng had been waiting, really, to hear about it, if only because who has the time to read a book when you're in hell unless you're lu bixing.
so instead he lets his hands shift to hold his arms. firm. a bridge. ]
I'm not the writer... but...
[ he looks down for a moment. ]
Will you tell me about it?
[ lin jingheng feels it in his chest, a slow blossoming warmth that he remembers every time that lu bixing and he are so close, stars allowed to collide, even here, beyond life. ]
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[ lu bixing is voracious in everything he loves to do. reading is but one of the many things that falls under that category. lin jingheng had been waiting, really, to hear about it, if only because who has the time to read a book when you're in hell unless you're lu bixing.
so instead he lets his hands shift to hold his arms. firm. a bridge. ]
I'm not the writer... but...
[ he looks down for a moment. ]
Will you tell me about it?
[ lin jingheng feels it in his chest, a slow blossoming warmth that he remembers every time that lu bixing and he are so close, stars allowed to collide, even here, beyond life. ]