[ this is mock offended. why would he ever mean it? he's unaware of lin jingheng's thoughts, right now, though he'd have it right on the money - he is tired, and coming into lin's arms at the end of the day is the only balm he could ever ask for.
he practically melts, when he kisses him again. so easy. lu bixing's always been reactive, and this is no different - every kiss is special, even more so than before, makes his entire heart sing, and he swallows the bite of cookie dough and lets it warm him up the same way his own chicken soup's been warming the lost souls of this little hell they're in. ]
You can't just make a decision off of one piece of evidence, though. [ he shifts a little, reaches for the bowl and just straight up plucks a piece of cookie dough out with his fingertips. he's pushing it here, pulling back enough to look up at him through the eyelashes of his good eye, a twinkle of mischief there. ] More data needed.
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[ this is mock offended. why would he ever mean it? he's unaware of lin jingheng's thoughts, right now, though he'd have it right on the money - he is tired, and coming into lin's arms at the end of the day is the only balm he could ever ask for.
he practically melts, when he kisses him again. so easy. lu bixing's always been reactive, and this is no different - every kiss is special, even more so than before, makes his entire heart sing, and he swallows the bite of cookie dough and lets it warm him up the same way his own chicken soup's been warming the lost souls of this little hell they're in. ]
You can't just make a decision off of one piece of evidence, though. [ he shifts a little, reaches for the bowl and just straight up plucks a piece of cookie dough out with his fingertips. he's pushing it here, pulling back enough to look up at him through the eyelashes of his good eye, a twinkle of mischief there. ] More data needed.