[ let him laugh. it's a beautiful sound, and lin jingheng lingers in it, content that lu bixing is in his arms, nearly whole and breathing. he ducks his head and lin jingheng follows after, leaning down so he can thumb away at the tears welling up.
even if they're from laughter, he wants to touch them. ]
no subject
even if they're from laughter, he wants to touch them. ]
What will the public think?
[ he simply Does Not Care what they think. ]