WKX carrying ZZS in his arms at every opportunity during and after the Mt. Changming interlude. At first, it was because ZZS’s body was still too feeble. Then ZZS started complaining that he was no longer an invalid. When WKX picked him up while they were walking back to the inn,
ZZS swore at him and ZCL politely averted his eyes.
“Stop squirming so much, Lord Zhou,” WKX said lightly. His grip on ZZS remained tight. “Otherwise, I might drop you.”
“Wen Kexing, we’re in public,” ZZS hissed as they headed closer towards the main street. “*Drop* me.”
“Stop squirming so much, Lord Zhou,” WKX said lightly. His grip on ZZS remained tight. “Otherwise, I might drop you.”
“Wen Kexing, we’re in public,” ZZS hissed as they headed closer towards the main street. “*Drop* me.”
ZZS discreetly jammed his elbow into WKX’s ribs, but the man didn’t even flinch, much less loosen his grip. Seemingly, he was turning a deaf ear to ZZS, face as placid as a Buddha statue.
Left with no choice, ZZS closed his eyes and pretended to be unconscious,
Left with no choice, ZZS closed his eyes and pretended to be unconscious,
wishing he was actually unconscious.
It happened again during the night: after WKX had undone ZZS’s hair, WKX grabbed ZZS and lifted him by the waist. Hands flying to WKX’s shoulder, ZZS was about to knee WKX in the stomach when he saw the look in WKX’s eyes.
It happened again during the night: after WKX had undone ZZS’s hair, WKX grabbed ZZS and lifted him by the waist. Hands flying to WKX’s shoulder, ZZS was about to knee WKX in the stomach when he saw the look in WKX’s eyes.
ZZS tilted his head down to look at the moon reflected in WKX’s eyes better. “Lao Wen, what are you doing?”
WKX’s smile was slow and soft, lacking his usual impishness. “Feeling how much you weigh,” he answered, and ZZS knew he was not joking.
WKX’s smile was slow and soft, lacking his usual impishness. “Feeling how much you weigh,” he answered, and ZZS knew he was not joking.
ZZS wrapped his legs around WKX’s slim waist. When he pressed their foreheads together, his hair, silky from when WKX had combed it earlier in the night, curtained them from the moonlight. “Are you satisfied?”
“No,” WKX said, and ZZS could taste the truth on his tongue.
“No,” WKX said, and ZZS could taste the truth on his tongue.
That night, WKX gently, possessively took ZZS into his arms. Gathered all of ZZS and held him close, so close that their heartbeats became one. Jealously hoarded him from the world and death itself.
Whenever ZZS thought he had given WKX everything, WKX asked for more, and ZZS was surprised to find that he did have more to give.
In the morning, the peaches outside of their window had ripened. When WKX picked one of them, ZZS leant down to take a bite out of his hand.
In the morning, the peaches outside of their window had ripened. When WKX picked one of them, ZZS leant down to take a bite out of his hand.
“How’s it?”
Chewing thoughtfully, ZZS replied, “It’s ripe. It’s good.”
“More?” WKX lifted the fruit closer to ZZS.
“More,” ZZS said, and bit into it until the juices overflowed in WKX’s hand, sweet and sticky with life.
Chewing thoughtfully, ZZS replied, “It’s ripe. It’s good.”
“More?” WKX lifted the fruit closer to ZZS.
“More,” ZZS said, and bit into it until the juices overflowed in WKX’s hand, sweet and sticky with life.
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