( Through the flutter of his eyelashes, one sharp tooth biting into the bottom of his lip, coy. )
I could make you make better expressions if you'd just let me. ( There's a little wheedling in his tone, but it is still somehow a far cry from how Wen Kexing had originally perused Zhou Zishu. If he tells him no outright then he'll stop, but for now he's merely pressing a little closer, slinging an arm around his waist and squeezing slightly. ) Hm?
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( Through the flutter of his eyelashes, one sharp tooth biting into the bottom of his lip, coy. )
I could make you make better expressions if you'd just let me. ( There's a little wheedling in his tone, but it is still somehow a far cry from how Wen Kexing had originally perused Zhou Zishu. If he tells him no outright then he'll stop, but for now he's merely pressing a little closer, slinging an arm around his waist and squeezing slightly. ) Hm?