"Nian'er…" Jin Jiuchi's chest rumbled in delight as he inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet fragrance he had yearned for the most. "Nian'er…" He did it again, this time with his nose nuzzling into the area beneath Shen Nianzu's ear, eliciting a shudder from the latter.
"It's so good to be tall," Jin Jiuchi whispered quietly, arms tightening around Shen Nianzu as though wishing to devour the man into his body. "To hug Nian'er like this, to taste Shen Nianzu like this. Nian'er is small and petite; we will be able to protect you better this way."
Shen Nianzu almost cried again when he heard that. He wrapped his arms around Jin Jiuchi's broad back and hugged the man closer to him, grasping fervently onto the black material of his shirt. It was soft and elastic, quite unlike ordinary fabric. It did not tear no matter how hard Shen Nianzu dug his nails into it.
