Yunlan thinks: from the outside, this would look calm, quiet — Shen Wei’s directions and the two of them sitting demurely on the couch. But his fingers are clutching now at Shen Wei’s waist, his own breath coming harder. He feels as if he is caught up in some vast tide, but he doesn’t want to fight it.
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This is simply beautiful – lyrical and sensual, and perfectly in character… Love it!