[ Jiang Cheng leans in to wrap his arms around Xichen, to hold him gently, feeling his cheeks flushed and warm as he leans in. It's intense, still feeling the aftershocks of being taken, the gentle, rolling pain of the bite to his neck... It's all too good.
Flushed, warm, he leans his head back to gaze at Xichen, expression soft. ]
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Flushed, warm, he leans his head back to gaze at Xichen, expression soft. ]
A-Huan, you...