( The kiss is both not enough and somehow too much. Wen Kexing blinks helplessly when they part, eyelashes fluttering, some earnest kind of warmth flickering to life in the depths of his eyes. )
Cruel.
( A pout, half whine, hand coming up to catch Zhou Zishu by the shoulder, fingers slipping inside the hem of his robes to where there is warm skin. )
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Cruel.
( A pout, half whine, hand coming up to catch Zhou Zishu by the shoulder, fingers slipping inside the hem of his robes to where there is warm skin. )
Do you like teasing me? Is that it?