[ the flick makes him squeeze his eye shut and his nose wrinkle - it's a cute, silly face, and he laughs, reaching up to rub his forehead. ] I won't, I won't. [ a little more flirtatiously - ] Not in front of the kids.
[ if he looks up very briefly at the second floor, well, it's fine
with that, though, lu bixing just contentedly lifts his arms to drape both over lin jingheng's strong shoulders, as the music they've been dancing to starts to slow. it shifts, from something more formal to something softer - a light, easy sway, the kind of thing you'd do in your kitchen in your pajamas at three in the morning. intimate and sweet. maybe not quite enough room to leave room for jesus, but, you know, that's okay.
he sighs out, content, and his emotions leak over again just to utter happiness. ]
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[ if he looks up very briefly at the second floor, well, it's fine
with that, though, lu bixing just contentedly lifts his arms to drape both over lin jingheng's strong shoulders, as the music they've been dancing to starts to slow. it shifts, from something more formal to something softer - a light, easy sway, the kind of thing you'd do in your kitchen in your pajamas at three in the morning. intimate and sweet. maybe not quite enough room to leave room for jesus, but, you know, that's okay.
he sighs out, content, and his emotions leak over again just to utter happiness. ]
I feel a little like I'm dreaming.