The lack of response and his tone are enough to have Jiang Cheng pulling back, moving to stretch out beside Huaisang on the bed before he just pulls the other man closer. Fingers smooth through his hair slowly, his eyes half closing.
"I love you, A-Sang." It's quiet, lips brushing his forehead.
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Date: 2020-04-20 01:53 am (UTC)"I love you, A-Sang." It's quiet, lips brushing his forehead.