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They were in bed, and it was a lazy morning, Zhou Zishu blinking awake to find Wen Kexing already watching him, mischief in his eyes.
“Good morning,” Zhou Zishu said, wary. “What’s that look in your eye, Lao Wen?”
“Ah-Xu, you taste delicious, I’m sure of it.” Wen Kexing crowded in close, aiming for Zhou Zishu’s cheek, and at first it was just a kiss, a brush of puckered lips. Then Wen Kexing dove in again, and it was a long lick, a wet stripe along the curve of Zhou Zishu’s cheekbone.
“Lao Wen!” Zhou Zishu exclaimed, sputtering, but before he could move away, Wen Kexing took a quick nip at his cheek, just at the curve where the smile Zhou Zishu couldn’t keep off his face dimpled.
“Are you a dog?” Zhou Zishu said with less heat than surprise.
“Just someone with taste,” Wen Kexing said mildly.
“Hmm, I’ll show you taste!” Zhou Zishu said, wrestling Wen Kexing down. He went laughing in a flurry of bedsheets and robes, and they scuffled for a few moments until Zhou Zishu was on top of him.
“My Ah-Xu, so straightforward,” Wen Kexing purred.
Zhou Zishu wasn’t about to waste this opportunity. He leaned down and gave Wen Kexing a nip of his own on the cheek, this one much fiercer than the one he had been given. Wen Kexing didn’t cry out in pain or surprise, just laughed, squirming underneath him.
“Now that Leader Zhou has captured this Ghost Valley Master, what do you intend to do?”
Zhou Zishu sat back up, staring down at Wen Kexing. “It should be clear,” he said. “I’m going to devour.”