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There is something sweet about kissing Gao Tu.
Small, gentle kisses on the cheek—short, almost insignificant to the world, but enough to linger in your mind long after. These kisses smell of warmth—of tea with honey on a cold morning, of the blanket that holds the scent of his skin. The smell of peace, of sugar and silence, of home. A smell that settles in your mind and makes you think that if you lose him, you will fall apart little by little. Cozy. Meditative. Addictive. It makes you want more... just one more kiss.
There is something amazing about kissing Gao Tu.
These kisses on the lips—a mere touch, so fragile that you feel like you could break it with your breath—so light that they are almost gone, and yet they leave a mark. They are moments that pass like the wind, but leave on your lips the feeling of something alive, tender, and real. It’s as if time stops between our lips and the world around us fades away. These kisses are like the one morning between summer and winter—when the air smells of honey and warm milk, and I know something is leaving, but it’s not quite gone yet.
There’s something intoxicating about kissing Gao Tu.
Feeling his soft lips, warm and moist, breathing in the air between us as the world fades away. Feeling the softness of his lips, the warmth that flows into me like water through fingers. Licking them, tasting them, breathing in the air between us—that air that’s too saturated with closeness to be just air. There’s something about it that’s a silent promise. Like the warmth of a summer you’re not ready to let go of. His lips are like water I drink from with thirst—water that makes me close my eyes and forget everything else but that I’m alive.
There is something intoxicating about kissing Gao Tu.
In his passion, in his flushed cheeks, in the way his breath mingles with mine. These kisses are like hot chocolate—heavy, sweet, with a slight bitterness that makes me want more. They dissolve me, melt me, turn me into something softer, something more real. The world collapses in a single movement, in a single breath, in a single twitch of his lips. And when his breath mingles with mine… I understand that you have lost control, but this is the sweetest loss.
There is something sublime about kissing Gao Tu.
That moment when everything stops—your thoughts, your fear, your past. That one moment when the world comes together in a point. No past, no future. Time does not exist, only the silence in which we breathe together remains. Just me and him. Just a touch that I do not want to end.
There’s something about kissing Gao Tu.
That almost painful, telltale stab in the chest that reminds me of our first kiss. The one I don’t quite remember—dissolved between breath and memory, in a small hotel room, in a burst of what was then just a chaos of pheromones and unconscious desires. That kiss that broke his heart. That kiss that.
“What are you thinking about?” Gao Tu’s soft voice tore through the silence like light in a fog.
“Nothing...”
“Are you sure?”
Shen Wen Lan pulled him closer. He had never realized how naturally he fit in his arms, how right this touch was. As if it had been made, especially for him.
“No.”
“Do you want to share?”
Sigh. Here it is again, this conversation they’ve had before, but it still needs to be said again.
“I hurt you so much… and sometimes I think I don’t deserve this. You… You forgave me so quickly, and…”
Gao Tu cut him off with a kiss.
“I love you. I’ve been in love with you for years, Wen Lan.”
These words always bring a smile to his face. Wen Lan didn’t know what he had done in a previous life to deserve this happiness in this one. But when he saw Gao Tu’s flushed face pressed against his chest, when he felt his even breathing and his warmth, he understood—this was his whole world, reduced to one breath, one heart, one person. This was his world.
There was something about kissing Gao Tu “good morning.”
It wasn’t just a habit. It was a promise that the day would start with tenderness, that despite everything—the two of them were still here. The way I say I am “here I am here.” And maybe that is enough.