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[He did not warn anyone of his visit until his presence was announced to the Lan sect leader. He waited in the Yashi until he was given permission to meet Lan Xichen, accompanied up until his doorstep, waiting for him to open up with the most sincere of smiles.]
[He did not warn anyone of his visit until his presence was announced to the Lan sect leader. He waited in the Yashi until he was given permission to meet Lan Xichen, accompanied up until his doorstep, waiting for him to open up with the most sincere of smiles.]
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[His tone holds all of the affection he longs to put into words.]
Please, come in. I’ll get started on a pot of tea.
[His voice is warm and velvety, the corner of his eyes raising as his smile grows bigger.
He steps inside— the Hanshi smells so much like Lan Xichen (or rather the contrary), he has to take a big, subtle breath.]
Am I disturbing you, er-ge?
No.
[His voice is whisper-soft, meant for A-Yáo alone.]
Not that kind of disturbing.
What other kinds of disturbing are there? Enlighten me with your poetry, won't you?
He kisses A-Yáo’s jawline, scraping the skin with his teeth. “‘Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.’”