[ it is, honestly, also a little weird for hua cheng, if only because he spent nearly eight centuries without being touched at all. the ease with which people here touch each other, touch hua cheng, has been surprising and yet oddly pleasant. like this, the way rinne so easily settles himself on top and leans forward to rub their faces together.
at least rinne's usual flair for dramatics keeps hua cheng from thinking about it and inevitably making it weird and intense. ]
Of course. You bring light to my life, and so forth. [ he taps his fingers against rinne's back. ] What? Xiao mifeng? It means "little honeybee."
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at least rinne's usual flair for dramatics keeps hua cheng from thinking about it and inevitably making it weird and intense. ]
Of course. You bring light to my life, and so forth. [ he taps his fingers against rinne's back. ] What? Xiao mifeng? It means "little honeybee."