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When you’re with someone for so long, you start to notice even the little things about them. Even things that wouldn’t seem that important to others, or even to themselves. Perhaps their legs bounce when nervous, or their tongue peeks out while writing. It’s endearing to you, and only strengthens the love you hold for them.
Wen Kexing has noticed plenty of quirks with Zhou Zishu. Such as the way his hands become flighty when flustered, and how even the simplest lewd comment would cause the tips of his ears to catch a rosy glow. It seemed as if with every passing day, he learned something new, which he did while he watched him read.
Whenever Zhou Zishu was deep in thought, his cheeks would inflate to these little mounds upon his cheeks. They would round until it seemed as if he almost held a pout, but it would all go away as soon as he caught Wen Kexing watching. Almost as if he was embarrassed by it.
The more Wen Kexing saw this, the more he wanted to touch, to squeeze, to….bite.
He was never given this opportunity, despite how he tried. Either his approach was noticed before he could even lift a foot, or Zhou Zishu grew interested in something else and the roundness went away with his attention. But when there’s a will, there’s a way.
Little over an hour ago, Zhou Zishu had excused himself to the archives, stating that he wanted some alone and not to be disturbed until he emerged. But certainly he had enough time by his lonesome, and wouldn’t mind a little company. However brief.
He found Zhou Zishu hidden within the shelves. At first, it was difficult to see what it was he was doing, but to his glee, he found that his cheeks had rounded while he read through the contents of a scroll. Wen Kexing took one step, then another, expecting to be called out, but Zhou Zishu was so focused on whatever it was he was reading, that he didn’t notice his approach until a pair of arms encircled his waist, and teeth dug into the flesh of his cheek.
A shout broke out, but the grip around him was firm enough that he couldn’t move, and it only took a wetness spreading across his flesh in a broad stroke to know exactly who had assaulted him.
“Do words mean nothing to you, you beast?”
Lips curled against flesh, before pursing in a soothing kiss. “You couldn’t have possibly been talking about this humble one.”
Despite how the bite had little force behind it, Zhou Zishu felt as if a blistering wound had been inflicted upon him. Perhaps it was due to shock he had just experienced, or perhaps it was due to it being placed in such an obscure place.
“What’s gotten into you?”
“Whatever do you mean? I’m simply partaking in my wifely duties of showing my husband how much I love him, and a certain bao-like roundness to his features.”
There it was, the spread of red upon the tips of Zhou Zishu’s ears, and Wen Kexing couldn’t stop the smile from spreading. With his arms still around his waist, teeth sunk into the reddened flesh and gave it a teasing pull. It was something so simple, but it was enough to cause the hue to spread until Zhou Zishu’s cheeks held a rosy tint.
“You’re an animal.” This time when Zhou Zishu pushed him away, Wen Kexing moved willingly, that same smile toying at his lips.
“Perhaps. But I’m yours.”