He really did intend to lash out, to test Wen Kexing's reflexes. He knows
the way Lao Wen's fights almost as well as he knows himself, knows how Lao
Wen'll respond and react. Their sparring is a dance, a conversation, and
the truths they don't speak.
Wen Kexing wraps his arms around him, though, and Zishu goes still in
surprise for a long, precious moment.
He's so weak to this man.
One of Zishu's arms comes up around Wen Kexing's shoulders, folding him in,
the other resting on the curve of Wen Kexing's head. "Lao Wen," he sighs in
response. "Lao Wen, Lao Wen."
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He really did intend to lash out, to test Wen Kexing's reflexes. He knows the way Lao Wen's fights almost as well as he knows himself, knows how Lao Wen'll respond and react. Their sparring is a dance, a conversation, and the truths they don't speak.
Wen Kexing wraps his arms around him, though, and Zishu goes still in surprise for a long, precious moment.
He's so weak to this man.
One of Zishu's arms comes up around Wen Kexing's shoulders, folding him in, the other resting on the curve of Wen Kexing's head. "Lao Wen," he sighs in response. "Lao Wen, Lao Wen."