[ lin jingheng remains still throughout the process, leaned back on one arm and gazing upwards until he hears the snap of the lighter and sits up a bit more. he focuses on the way the fire catches, flicking his gaze up just once for a moment to catch lu bixing staring at him in the way he does, like he hasn't brought him misery upon misery, disaster scenarios laid at his feet.
he takes a long pull from his cigarette and falls back slowly against the dock, one arm behind his head, his lungs feeling so much smaller, incapable of breathing anything in, even the smoke and tar. ]
Scold you, hm? You make a poor example, it's true. [ but a forced, small tug at his lips. ] But who really gives a shit?
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he takes a long pull from his cigarette and falls back slowly against the dock, one arm behind his head, his lungs feeling so much smaller, incapable of breathing anything in, even the smoke and tar. ]
Scold you, hm? You make a poor example, it's true. [ but a forced, small tug at his lips. ] But who really gives a shit?