[ ... well, there's something on his face now. It's Chongyun's face on his face. And since he's far less literary than Xingqiu, he isn't contemplating how this is a scene right out of every romance novel on the shelf. In the moment, there's only the sound of their breathing, the patter of the rain, and the warmth that spreads from where their lips touch. An electric shock that melts into something softer, dripping honey down to the tips of his fingers and toes. He'd even curl the latter if his shoes weren't soaked through and sopping wet.
At the end of it he's a bit breathless, cheeks pink despite the continuous cool the storm provides. In a way, he's grateful for the deluge—something like this would normally have him overheating, but the constant rainfall keeps his condition in check.
When Xingqiu confirms that he would have, Chongyun smiles. A small thing. Gentle, fond, with a hint of shyness. ]
How about we head back? I have some snacks at my place. Not as good as the bakery, [ he reaches out to slide their hands together, twining their fingers together, ] but we should probably dry off.
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At the end of it he's a bit breathless, cheeks pink despite the continuous cool the storm provides. In a way, he's grateful for the deluge—something like this would normally have him overheating, but the constant rainfall keeps his condition in check.
When Xingqiu confirms that he would have, Chongyun smiles. A small thing. Gentle, fond, with a hint of shyness. ]
How about we head back? I have some snacks at my place. Not as good as the bakery, [ he reaches out to slide their hands together, twining their fingers together, ] but we should probably dry off.