[ Wen Kexing is charmingly naïve if he thinks Xichen's affections stray so easily, planted as firmly as the mountain on which he lives. Instead of rushing them down the road toward the no doubt chattering instead of studying juniors, he twirls a fingers around a long strand of brown hair where it falls over Wen Kexing's collar and chest, smoothing it down as an excuse to touch him (he remembers those nipples are sensitive). Taking in the sight of him, he shakes his head and evenly replies. ]
You left a handful of months ago. [ Patient, dark eyes smile. ] The season hasn't even changed, so why should my feelings for you?
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You left a handful of months ago. [ Patient, dark eyes smile. ] The season hasn't even changed, so why should my feelings for you?