[ he leads for the moment, their hands clasped. his heart is high in his throat as he carries them both to the music elegantly. he looks down at him through the mask now, the posture familiar. it's not aloof because lin jingheng doesn't know how to do that when he's in lu bixing's hands. not anymore. instead, he draws his hand in close between them. ]
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[ he leads for the moment, their hands clasped. his heart is high in his throat as he carries them both to the music elegantly. he looks down at him through the mask now, the posture familiar. it's not aloof because lin jingheng doesn't know how to do that when he's in lu bixing's hands. not anymore. instead, he draws his hand in close between them. ]
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