[ he accepts the kiss, melts into it and lets a smile curl over his lips as hands rest at the center of lu's back, curling fingers against his spine. ]
Mm. Alright.
[ he could refuse and tell him to do it himself, but he doesn't want to. not for a moment. they can collide and each time lin jingheng will savor it, knowing that he's lost it once, that he could lose it again if he isn't careful.
he didn't respond to the line about trust, because no one can tell him about trust here. he plays deaf so easily these days. of course he trusts lu bixing, it's the fact that he hates wasting time and taking up his own capacity for people. he's wound up tight like a spring.
he should have known, it's true.
but he's tired of each blood price paid every week. a little joke runs him ragged. ]
I'll wash your hair.
[ softly, lifting fingers to push a curl away from his ear. ]
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Mm. Alright.
[ he could refuse and tell him to do it himself, but he doesn't want to. not for a moment. they can collide and each time lin jingheng will savor it, knowing that he's lost it once, that he could lose it again if he isn't careful.
he didn't respond to the line about trust, because no one can tell him about trust here. he plays deaf so easily these days. of course he trusts lu bixing, it's the fact that he hates wasting time and taking up his own capacity for people. he's wound up tight like a spring.
he should have known, it's true.
but he's tired of each blood price paid every week. a little joke runs him ragged. ]
I'll wash your hair.
[ softly, lifting fingers to push a curl away from his ear. ]