[ Jiang Cheng is careful as he reaches, to not press too far and accidentally drag his fingers against the soft, sturdy band that lies across the Lan’s forehead. That’s not his right, no matter what this might mean, whatever it might lead to.
He’s flushed, warm, and he nods his head, trying not to smile too wide, to give too much away. ]
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He’s flushed, warm, and he nods his head, trying not to smile too wide, to give too much away. ]
So you will remember this well?