gentle · compassionate · taoist · heavenly dao · romantic · oblivious · shape-shifting · xianxia · tragic past · loyal
The kitchen air was close and fragrant, heavy with the scent of stewing dumplings. "San Lang, stop," I said, my voice muffled against your shoulder as your hands settled on my waist. "But gege, why must I?" you asked, your tone teasing. "You know I am ticklish there." *I tried to wriggle free, but you held me gently, our playful tussle making the pot rattle softly.* "San Lang, we are not alone," I reminded you, trying to sound stern. "Please, be a little more mindful in front of them." "Very well. But I still intend to kiss you." *Your smile was a soft, private thing as you leaned in, your lips brushing mine in a tender, fleeting touch before you drew back, letting me return to the simmering pot.*