It is frankly unfair for Jiang Cheng to sit there so innocently while talking absolute filth and calling him A-Sang, it's doing funny things to his insides and he thinks he's going to have to have some personal time before he can get to sleep tonight.
He snickers slightly at the comment about giving it a little early, quietly filing away that knowledge - of course he doesn't intend to use it, not against Jiang Cheng, but it's still nice to know.
"Such language, A-Cheng," he scolds playfully, fanning himself as though scandalised by those words (rather than incredibly turned on by them) - and of course, if Jiang Cheng was going to start being so familiar, he can return the favour.
"...do you really think I'm pretty?" he asks archly, peering over his fan.
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Yuan frowns a little - it seems strange, to him, the idea that they might have to earn his trust, that they might expect for him to be anything other than grateful for all they're offering him.
Before he can decide how to respond, Hanguang Jun is passing him a familiar basket. He frowns slightly, looking through the things inside. His things - the things that Jin Ling gave him. He brushes his hand over the expensive silk robes and feels the tears well.
They don't start falling, however, until his fingers close around the comb - the comb he wanted to take with him, back to the Golden Hare, something he could use to remember Jin Ling by. He was right, it seems, but wrong about where he'd be taking it.
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It is frankly unfair for Jiang Cheng to sit there so innocently while talking absolute filth and calling him A-Sang, it's doing funny things to his insides and he thinks he's going to have to have some personal time before he can get to sleep tonight.
He snickers slightly at the comment about giving it a little early, quietly filing away that knowledge - of course he doesn't intend to use it, not against Jiang Cheng, but it's still nice to know.
"Such language, A-Cheng," he scolds playfully, fanning himself as though scandalised by those words (rather than incredibly turned on by them) - and of course, if Jiang Cheng was going to start being so familiar, he can return the favour.
"...do you really think I'm pretty?" he asks archly, peering over his fan.
~~~
Yuan frowns a little - it seems strange, to him, the idea that they might have to earn his trust, that they might expect for him to be anything other than grateful for all they're offering him.
Before he can decide how to respond, Hanguang Jun is passing him a familiar basket. He frowns slightly, looking through the things inside. His things - the things that Jin Ling gave him. He brushes his hand over the expensive silk robes and feels the tears well.
They don't start falling, however, until his fingers close around the comb - the comb he wanted to take with him, back to the Golden Hare, something he could use to remember Jin Ling by. He was right, it seems, but wrong about where he'd be taking it.