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[He lets Lan Zhan hold him close, amused, not offended. He squirms a little, still trying to direct the conversation to his usual light-hearted play.]

Didn't want to?

[He purses his lips in a pout, playing with Lan Zhan's hair, twisting his fingers in the dark strands as he rests his arms against his shoulders.]

And? What changed your mind? My incomparable good looks? Sharp wit?

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