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he could control it. he could. — right?
“try it、by all means. you’ll only be wasting your energy.”
binghe responded、tone cold in nature.
dark eyes forming somewhat of a scowl.
he didn’t have time for this.
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despite liu qingge having unsheathed weapon in an act of — attack? defence? ha. this was both.. — xin mo remained attached upon luo binghe’s back.
in light of recent events、it wasn’t wise for him to fight using it.
especially considering— no、no.
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“What does it matter?”
Cheng Luan is spun in his grip, proud as its master as the suns rays gleam on steel.
Liu Qingge continues to draw near, gaze set and locked on his opponent. “I don’t care what 𝑦𝑜𝑢 want: I 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 defeat you.”
Immovable object: meet unstoppable force.
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slow blinking.
damn acting +100 huh?
…
but what mattered is that.. shizun was thinking about him — so much so that he paid a visit!
but fine— easing the discomfort.
“does it hurt、shizun?”
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His stomach ... it's on fire .ᐟ no ... it's 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 .ᐟ
If Binghe's goal was to get his shizun to think of him so late at night .... he's succeeded !!
‟ Bin ... ghe ... why ... ˮ
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blood rushing to his cheeks、giving fair skin a dusty rose tint to them.
( SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: YOOO ~ ☆
protagonist satisfaction points : +1000 !!!!!
KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK! )
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why — 𝐖𝐇𝐘 couldn’t he cease lament? why was he so upset? why couldn’t he 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏?
even if he wished to do so、it were as though a force was maintaining an iron grasp upon his will — consciousness clouded. lungs felt as though they’d ingested —
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Why he lifts his injured hand , leaking that 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙇𝙔 crimson warmth , to his lips .
.... and drinks .... the heavy liquid coating his tongue .
𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 .
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pounding out of his chest…
“shi—zun…?”
mustering up words、voice coarse.
retracting from strong grasp— adjusting stance..
simply put— MESMERISED by the actions in which shen qingqiu had taken.
he couldn’t look away. he WOULDN’T look away.
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