[ lu bixing is as annoying as a little flea, but about as sweet as honey, and lin jingheng can't help but let his gaze flick towards him as he tries to meet his eyes. has he helped anyone? he certainly doesn't feel it, and even as they hold hands here, hardly space between them, lin jingheng believes he is floating aimlessly here in this place that he was sure he'd be at the end of it all.
he always thought hell wouldn't keep him, but as it turns out, it's just been waiting. hasn't it.
even if there, at the center of it all, is paradise in the form of one person who says too many kind things to him. his brow furrows and he lifts his hands to gently place them on lu bixing's wrists, not to wrench him away, but just to hold. ]
I've done nothing unless I can get us out of here.
[ every week their pool narrows. ]
If I need to drink the Devil down then I'll do it.
[ his fingers tighten. but i can't do it without you. ]
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he always thought hell wouldn't keep him, but as it turns out, it's just been waiting. hasn't it.
even if there, at the center of it all, is paradise in the form of one person who says too many kind things to him. his brow furrows and he lifts his hands to gently place them on lu bixing's wrists, not to wrench him away, but just to hold. ]
I've done nothing unless I can get us out of here.
[ every week their pool narrows. ]
If I need to drink the Devil down then I'll do it.
[ his fingers tighten. but i can't do it without you. ]