{Xie nods, rapidly gaining color to his cheeks when he feels the warmth of Kexing's skin still imprinted in the cloth. The fan is handed over without a fuss and the kiss is returned sweetly. To make up for poor Kexing being drenched, he wraps an arm around him as they survey the beach together.}
I think I left my robes...over there. {He points at a group of rocks.} I would like to look for them.
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I think I left my robes...over there. {He points at a group of rocks.} I would like to look for them.