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Shang Qinghua couldn’t help the giggle that escaped him. Mobei-Jun was just moving past him to grab the scroll he asked for, but his hand brushed against Qinghua’s side.
He turned back towards his husband, knowing immediately what he’d do.
“My King, please—” he tried, before getting cut off by his own gasp. Mobei-Jun had leaned down and brushed his fingers against Qinghua’s side, loving the sound his husband made. He did it again and again, despite Qinghua trying and failing to bat his hands away, he didn’t stop.
Qinghua’s laughter was too cute, his smile too pretty to stop.