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“Don't be so formal,” Ying Xing states consideringly from where he stands with his arms crossed over his chest, watching Jing Yuan swing the newly minted blade with a careful eye. “You’re my shidi, are you not? Call me appropriately.”
Jing Yuan stops, wondering why the words bring a soft flutter to his chest. His hands tighten around the pommel, and he swings the blade again, another arc clean through the air.
“Yes,” he says, blaming the heat for the way his cheeks sting. “Shixiong.”
Bookmarked by Alexzxy
30 Jul 2023

