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Seeing tears wet the other’s cheeks give off a strong sense of beauty, one that’s even more prevalent compared to seeing on other occasions.
Doing such a thing to the god of dreams carry a thrilling sense of a blasphemous deed. Each touch brings a fresh wave of teardrops, and there’s a strong sense of satisfaction that he’s able to bring Chi Nan to this point.
“Can I?” echoes inside their room like a melodious accompaniment to the sultry heat. “Can I?” and it’s always answered by a teary-eyed nod.
“I want to hear you say it.” You Yu isn’t a stranger to acting coquettish in order to get what he wants. Just as how he’s weak for Chi Nan, their mutual feelings mean that the other is moved by him too.
Chi Nan’s face twitches, but it’s mostly emotionless. His eyes are dazed, and his real emotions are betrayed by the reddening of his ears. Still, he’s never been stingy with admissions. “I don’t like this feeling much, but I can’t help it,” he has said something similar before, in reference to his realization of his ‘like’. “You Yu, I want you to teach me more.”
Chi Nan is good at saying things that are pleasing to his ears. Rather, everything Chi Nan does is pleasant to his senses.
He smiles, satisfied. “Next time, I’ll get us to the Dusk Cruise.” Learning to sleep doesn’t have to be restricted to nighttime. It would be a beautiful experience to teach Chi Nan while on the deck of a romantic cruise. “And you can make the sunset slower in the process.”
Chi Nan’s ears grow redder. “I don’t think I can control it much then.”
“Consider it training for self-control,” he teases, and peppers kisses all over that face wet with tears. After all, it’s his principle to never waste a drop. “In fact, we can start now.”
Another wave of teaching happens, and their two-person world is truly like a dream.
(Of course, 207 would claim that it’s because she’s such a good colleague and wingwoman, that she’s even volunteered to take over 229’s tasks while he’s busy teaching their dream god.)
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