Xi Zirui lets himself be swept up in the kiss for longer than he should.
It never ceases to amaze him how Han Yu always kisses him the same way in every world. No matter what else may change, his kisses are always filled with the same hungry passion.
He does like to change it up in bed, though, depending on the world, not that Xi Zirui is complaining, but that train of thought isn't going to help him put a stop to the kiss.
Han Yu always makes things difficult for him.
"We can't do this anymore," Xi Zirui says, pulling away on a sharp exhale.
Han Yu blinks down at him, incredulous. "Why the hell not?"
"I'm married," Xi Zirui says, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Han Yu snorts and cuts the distance between them, wrapping one arm around Xi Zirui's waist. "As if that ever stopped you before."
Xi Zirui shrugs. "Maybe it should have," he says, and walks away from Han Yu and towards the metro station.
