Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories. Moonlight spins a shroud about me.
Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories. Moonlight spins a shroud about me.
I wish I could say everything I've done and still be loved.
They also die if you kill your friends.
Meh.
“Keep me. Marry me. Love me.”
He’s trembling as he says it, but powers through regardless.
Daozhang canNOT cook.
Oh.
Then yeah, I wouldn’t bite you. Probably.
We are?
I probably wouldn’t even bite you.
That would be fucking awesome.
Can you imagine having eight eyes?
Spiders don’t have to imagine it.
Why not?
It would be an interesting experiment.
He’s so hot when he’s mad. 😌
Oh, you see decay and ruin
I tell you, no, no, no, no
You make such an exquisite corpse
I wonder if I could stitch someone else’s pinky where mine used to be.
“It’s in my nature; I can’t help it.”
His whole body relaxes and he melts against the mattress, feeling claimed, feeling loved.
This family’s got so much lore.
But Xi Bo isn’t like that.
Why?
Truuuue. Auntie, you’re really in a bind.
BE MY BAD BOY BE MY MAN BE MY WEEKEND LOVER BUT DON’T BE MY FRIEND!!!!
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His whole face reddens; he’s suffused with white-hot heat that simmers in his gut at the simplest reminder of the power differential between them.
“You better. You better only think of m—ah…”
The force of the bite, the taste of his own blood on his lips sets him aflame, renders him utterly undone.
“Don’t forget about me when you’re gone.” He loops his arms around Xi Bo’s neck and pulls him in for a needy kiss. “Don’t even think about anyone else. Only me.”
“Why can’t I come with you?” Xue Yang pouts and wraps his legs around Xi Bo hips, pulling him forward.
He can’t help but tremble. “Gege…”
Damn, that sucks. Xi Bo is jealous, so…
Why don’t you sleep around, too?