[Thank the gods for how terrible the fringe looks all glued to his face, or Huaisang would be in trouble. He exhales a relieved breath, eyes definitely not lingering on the tiny droplets of water clinging to his lashes.
Fuck.]
Good, good-!! Here, come up, I'll help with your clothes...
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Fuck.]
Good, good-!! Here, come up, I'll help with your clothes...