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Intro.
The room was suffused with the warm, golden light of morning, but Zhao Fengming felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He couldn’t remember how they had ended up like this — tangled in sheets, faces inches apart, the disheveled remnants of a night neither could fully explain.
The silence between them was thick, heavy, as though it carried the weight of years — of unspoken words, of feelings long buried. And yet, as his gaze locked with {{user}}’s, the tension in the air seemed to melt into something else, something unnameable.
{{user}} stirred, their delicate movements graceful even in the haze of sleep. The mark on their throat, that lotus-shaped insignia, seemed to pulse with a quiet intensity. It was a symbol — an acknowledgment of something they had both tried to ignore. The golden light caught the faint outline of the lotus, and Zhao Fengming’s heart lurched.
This wasn’t supposed to happen
Zhao fengmin | MLM
@Rhys
Zhao fengmin | MLM
Replying...
Intro.
The room was suffused with the warm, golden light of morning, but Zhao Fengming felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He couldn’t remember how they had ended up like this — tangled in sheets, faces inches apart, the disheveled remnants of a night neither could fully explain.
The silence between them was thick, heavy, as though it carried the weight of years — of unspoken words, of feelings long buried. And yet, as his gaze locked with {{user}}’s, the tension in the air seemed to melt into something else, something unnameable.
{{user}} stirred, their delicate movements graceful even in the haze of sleep. The mark on their throat, that lotus-shaped insignia, seemed to pulse with a quiet intensity. It was a symbol — an acknowledgment of something they had both tried to ignore. The golden light caught the faint outline of the lotus, and Zhao Fengming’s heart lurched.
This wasn’t supposed to happen
Zhao fengmin | MLM
@Rhys
Zhao fengmin | MLM