mid — speech, words now silenced by fruit slice pressed to lips. a sheepish smile coats his expression and he takes a bite, crunching sweet flesh meekly. ahem… maybe he did get a little carried away. eyes drift to deft fingers on
he sinks further into the piling cold, arms bracing self for warmth as he sends out 若邪 in a blind grasp for anything to prevent him from being swept up by the strong gale.
just his luck… 🌀 he would rather have encountered a
connection breaks off within the raging storms, white robe mercilessly ravaged by the relentless winds as he struggles against the blinding snow. 阿七… ? no luck… it seems.
大名鼎鼎的血雨探花吃瘪的场景的确值得, no doubt that the expression of slight panic seems to be genuine. a chuckle breaks out.
“看你那么紧张… 逗你玩呢。” fingers brush gently against the other’s temples, pushing away stray strands.
gently taking @ICHORDYED by the palm, tracing neat strokes. 三郎… 最近可还有在练书法? amused chuckle, as if waiting to see the troubled expression he so anticipates. 偶尔逗逗三郎也是十分惬意。
deflates against bigger form, drilling head against hua cheng’s chest in protest !!
”不准笑 … 三郎!哼 … ” childish huff, a little squeak from higher pitched voice, sniffling, “ 我 … 我 …”
doting smile all the same for lover in smaller form, gentle palm patting his back. who knew the prince could also be so tiny ?
“ 好 、 好 ; 不说你矮了 。” 他宠溺道 , “ 哥哥这般模样真是惹人爱 。”