[ The jar of vinegar that is his partner shouldn't ask questions he doesn't want answers to. Questions like, how have your other partners treated you, implied even if not asked directly. Zishu scowls at him--an expression he doesn't manage to hold for long before his eyes fall shut as he trembles under Wen Kexing's teeth and tongue. It isn't until Wen Kexing pulls back that Zhou Zishu looks at him again, moisture beading on his lashes as he tries in vain to control his breathing.

Even before he started ruining his body with the nails, it'd been too long since he'd last felt the urge to satisfy his body. After Jiuxiao's death, he'd felt it even less. And then, after the nails, after he'd met Wen Kexing, he'd only felt the faint regret that he wouldn't be able to know his touch before death.

And then--

And then, he was given another chance. Another opportunity. Another life. Zishu lifts his hips, struggling not to cover his thin, thin face with his hands. He's hard, harder than he can ever remember being, even when he was a teenager, shamefully stroking himself to completion under the cover of night. ]