[ He complies, holding Wei Ying close to him, and peppering mirrored kisses on his face as Wei Ying attends to his jaw. But then, his kisses wander, down Wei Ying's throat, and all across his décolletage.
They're meandering, light kisses, but he lays them like gold foil onto a painting; he would want to leave no spot ungilded, and nothing of Wei Ying's feeling uncherished.
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They're meandering, light kisses, but he lays them like gold foil onto a painting; he would want to leave no spot ungilded, and nothing of Wei Ying's feeling uncherished.
Wei Ying has been patient enough, this morning. ]