[Nudging Xingchen's pretty hair to the side, he nibbles on the back of his husband's neck. Why? Because he can! And the skin turns pink. What more reason does he need?]
What about your pain?
[Can he be a shield? He softens and embraces Xingchen with both arms.]
no subject
What about your pain?
[Can he be a shield? He softens and embraces Xingchen with both arms.]
I like the way you say that. Husband.