Zizhen bites his lip as Jin Ling rolls his hips against him, despite all his objections it still feels good, because the body doesn't really care what the brain wants. He's still debating what to do about any of this when he's suddenly being pulled in for a kiss and he's too shocked to react.
Then thankfully, blessedly, Ling pulls away and seems to be awake - only now Zizhen's cheeks are on fire because his best friend just kissed him and did he just cheat on Jingyi? Does that count?
He clears his throat awkwardly.
"Uh... morning?"
~~~
"She's not possessed, she's just facing the consequences of her own actions." Wuxian says coldly, staring the woman down and unmoved by her tears.
"You didn't mean to hurt my son but you did mean to hurt one of our disciples. Save your crocodile tears, old woman, and tell me what poison was used on that spear."
If it were anyone but Yuan injured, he might have been nicer, more understanding, but all he can see in his mind is that pale face and the blossoming blood on his son's shoulder.
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2021-09-30 06:31 (UTC)Zizhen bites his lip as Jin Ling rolls his hips against him, despite all his objections it still feels good, because the body doesn't really care what the brain wants. He's still debating what to do about any of this when he's suddenly being pulled in for a kiss and he's too shocked to react.
Then thankfully, blessedly, Ling pulls away and seems to be awake - only now Zizhen's cheeks are on fire because his best friend just kissed him and did he just cheat on Jingyi? Does that count?
He clears his throat awkwardly.
"Uh... morning?"
~~~
"She's not possessed, she's just facing the consequences of her own actions." Wuxian says coldly, staring the woman down and unmoved by her tears.
"You didn't mean to hurt my son but you did mean to hurt one of our disciples. Save your crocodile tears, old woman, and tell me what poison was used on that spear."
If it were anyone but Yuan injured, he might have been nicer, more understanding, but all he can see in his mind is that pale face and the blossoming blood on his son's shoulder.