[ When Xiao Xingchen goes to lift himself Xue Yang quickly reaches out to grab his hips and hold him down. Should they wash off? Probably. But Xue Yang doesn't want them to separate. He doesn't want to go back to that life where Xiao Xingchen is sleeping at the cafe and never comes back home, where they don't see each other except from afar, stolen peeks through transparent barriers.
Thinking about it has his clenching his fingers, and he quickly relaxes them before he causes bruises. ]
Daozhang.
[ He doesn't even know what he wants to say here, and at the moment, only a single word comes to mind. Command or plea, he doesn't want to think about which it is. ]
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Thinking about it has his clenching his fingers, and he quickly relaxes them before he causes bruises. ]
Daozhang.
[ He doesn't even know what he wants to say here, and at the moment, only a single word comes to mind. Command or plea, he doesn't want to think about which it is. ]
Stay.