Ah. [ His eyes brighten as he starts writing the new translation Jiang Cheng theorises, thumb brushing along a back absently with each stroke. He mutters it back to himself when the neat characters are jotted down in ink and look like they flow better than the nonsense Xichen was writing, satisfied. ] Good work, a-Cheng, I think you did it.
[ Genuinely impressed, he slides his arm down to rest around a waist. Light pressure, gathering him inside his sleeve as he gazes down fondly. ]
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[ Genuinely impressed, he slides his arm down to rest around a waist. Light pressure, gathering him inside his sleeve as he gazes down fondly. ]
You're very good at this.