[ Zishu comes with a thready, startled sound, sobbing into his hands. He immediately reaches for Wen Kexing, pulling him up to kiss him, uncaring of where his mouth had just been. ]

Lao Wen, Lao Wen...

[ He's frantic with the need to touch, his hands pulling at Wen Kexing's hair, skating over his shoulders and sides. ]