[ Dressing in the tshirt, he crawls into Hua Cheng's arms and tangles their legs together, an arm around him as another curls in long black hair. His cheek rests on a shoulder, kisses dropping over where a pulse should be in a neck. ]
Your special songs?
[ The ones he doesn't understand but which comfort him immensely, some single sliver of a remnant of Hua Cheng's past that Xie Lian cherishes. ]
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Your special songs?
[ The ones he doesn't understand but which comfort him immensely, some single sliver of a remnant of Hua Cheng's past that Xie Lian cherishes. ]