[His mouth hangs open a moment as Lan Zhan abruptly leaves the table. Wasn't it a tender moment? Shouldn't he have leaned in and kissed him? A sweet embrace? He's left pouting, even if the tea does smell good.
He isn't quite so shameless as to crawl over into Lan Zhan's lap, but only just. He sits beside him, legs brushing together as he perches on his shoulder, looking up at those perfect jade features.]
Lan Zhan... is icewater running in your veins? Your beloved says he wants you and making tea is more important?
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He isn't quite so shameless as to crawl over into Lan Zhan's lap, but only just. He sits beside him, legs brushing together as he perches on his shoulder, looking up at those perfect jade features.]
Lan Zhan... is icewater running in your veins? Your beloved says he wants you and making tea is more important?