⍟ [ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE] ⍟
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This is Part 2 of an on-going book. Of you haven't read Part 1, none of this will make any sense to you.
NB: [-in the process of editing-]
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Jiang Cheng snuggled closer, sitting inside Lan Huan, technically speaking – sitting between his open legs, pressing his back to his chest. Lan Huan purred with pleasure, but dared not touch him too much, too glad that he wasn't upset any more.
Or was he?
He was getting better and better at hiding it, and he hated this.
He also hated how Wanyin turned down the volume of his phone's speaker, and now he only followed half of the conversation.
But he needed his privacy too, right?
Why would he need A-Xian of all people? And presents? What...
Lan Huan gaped now, suddenly understanding, and listened, slightly flushed. A great aroma was coming from the kitchen, but – for the very first time in his adult life – Lan Xichen could not really think about food.
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