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[…his hands are lovely. Objectively so, of course, it doesn’t—he’s not—there’s nothing gay about the observation. Anyone would think so.
Carefully, he transfers a little qì to Guāngyáo, in the hopes of giving him just enough to keep himself warm—not enough to be blatantly insulting.]
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Smooooooch💗
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It’s just—do you WANT to be?
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/ this chapter makes it pretty clear (imo) that j.c already felt like jf.m didn’t like him even before w.wx’s arrival, but yea, he’s totally just overexaggerating and perceiving their relationship incorrectly bc he’s just selfish and jealous 🙄 and a stupid child. obviously
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No.
[It’s honest, blunt in its simplicity, but not judgmental in the least.]
Here, give me your hands.
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Jīn-zōngzhǔ, are you alright?
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…I didn’t realize you were hungry. Tell me next time.
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[COME ON, HE KNOWS HOW JIĀNG CHÉNG IS.
…albeit Jiāng Chéng ALSO knows how Wèi Wúxiàn is.]
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No. I’m happy spend more on you.
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I’m a little mad.
[He can’t be TOO soft, after all—but his eyes are smiling.]
Don’t pull a stupid stunt like that again.
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Of course he told me! You can’t have secrets from me until you thirty! Maybe not even then!
[A smile flickers across his lips, so quickly it’s as though it was never there at all.]
You don’t need to fight my battles for me, brat. Doing it like that only makes the rumors seem true.
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So you still know to bow for your uncles. That’s really great.
[He clicks his tongue, but the sound is less harsh than it usually is.]
And what’s this I hear about you getting into fights? Who gave you that black eye?! Did you win?
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…no one is richer than the Jīn. But Yúnmèng Jiāng is very wealthy. And my disciples also wear shades of blue—women might wear pink and green as well.
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What? You don’t need to go. It’s fine if you stay.
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It’s not the cheapest.
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No! No. That’s not the most important factor.
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Hmph. Shut up.
[He kisses him again, square on the lips, careful not to squeeze his waist too tightly.]
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[Isn’t it too soon to talk about this?! Ah, but saying that would likely upset him—and Jiāng Chéng really does like him…
He settles with the only other possible truth.]
Better than anyone else I could even think of.
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[SWEATING.]
I mean, technically, y-yeah.
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[Hmph, no thanks! He rushes closer to…kiss the corner of his mouth.]
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[And in the end, that’s the argument that wears him down.]
I’ll stay. Lotus Pier can manage without me for a night.
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[ 🪷 ]
He still looks unconvinced.
“I guess so…”
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[For a moment, his evil, traitorous brain projects a scene in which Guāngyáo says that in an entirely different context: one where his lips are red and wet from kissing, and—
Was the tea drugged?! No, it wouldn’t make sense if only he was affected.
He shakes his head.]
I’m fine. I can’t be sick.
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That’s impossible. I don’t have a—
[His mouth shuts with an audible click.
A burning warmth emanates from the spot Guāngyáo touches, spreading to the rest of his face and turning rosy.]
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[ 🪷 ]
His little face falls. “I don’t want to get in trouble.”
Carry him? His own parents rarely do that…
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No, why would there be? And—why is it so hot in here? Do you have a brazier lit?
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You—! Get over here!
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Is that a problem?
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Nothing bad!
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[His palms feel sweaty and his heart is galloping in his chest, faster than any horse. He picks up his cup again and drains it, then refills it again just to have something that’ll occupy his stupid mouth.]
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I…
[He swallows.]
…I will.
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/ me @ you
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[ 🪷 ]
“I think so.”
Unfortunately for the two of them, even his rooms won’t be correct—adult Jiāng Chéng sleeps in the Clan Leader’s chambers, not child Jiāng Chéng’s space.
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[ 🪷 ]
“Maybe they went to a discussion conference?” He winces and presses a hand to his temple. “Ah, my head hurts…”
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[ 🪷]
He takes her hand and holds it tightly.
“My home is full of strangers now. I can’t find A-Diē or A-Niáng or A-Jiě…or my shīxiōngs or shījiěs…”
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[ 🪷 ]
“Thank you, A-Yí!” Once more, he polishes off the buns in record time before beaming up at her again.
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/ NOOOO 😭