[ time to definitely be a princess. lin jingheng chuckles as he holds lu bixing closer, feeling the arms hook around his neck securely. perfect. this is as it should be. as he steps over that threshold, a warmth fills him like a cup of tea, a glass of water, a tumbler of whiskey. he kicks the door shut and glances around for a long moment, taking it all in.
honestly, for a second, he stops breathing just to savor the air in his lungs like it's straight from home. home... home with lu bixing, with zhanlu, with their little robots that keep sputtering now and then. anyways, over the threshold, held tightly, lin jingheng keeps lu bixing close, eyes surveying over their small kingdom for the time being.
eventually, he glances down at his precious cargo. ]
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honestly, for a second, he stops breathing just to savor the air in his lungs like it's straight from home. home... home with lu bixing, with zhanlu, with their little robots that keep sputtering now and then. anyways, over the threshold, held tightly, lin jingheng keeps lu bixing close, eyes surveying over their small kingdom for the time being.
eventually, he glances down at his precious cargo. ]
Where to first, Prime Minister?