บท 93: The Sorcerer Kisses Goodbye

Oh shit.

LiangLin was stirring, mumbling, hands fumbling to find - something. XueYa wasn't sure what, but he sat around to find out.

The delicate fingers scratched at the fabric covering XueYa's thigh before they snuck their way up to his palm - to the sorcerer's disappointment. Who in their right mind traced fingers from thigh to palm? What kind of jump was that? It made no sense.

XueYa's middle part felt rudely overlooked - but with the current situation, he had no right to complain, so he shushed his little brother's wails of neglect.

LiangLin's fingers were tickling in the way they searched for anything assuring. It was the most adorable sight. A patch of drool dried by the side of his pouty lips, eyes tightly closed and the lines of irritation pulling at his perfectly arched brows.