[Their eyes lock for a brief moment, though Xichen winds up shutting his as he lowers his head. They are already skirting so many boundaries and if he looks, he'll want to kiss those lashes and dimples, and every inch of Jin Guangyao's face and that is rather off the table whatever else they want. Which is fine. They have always occupied this nebulous space of plausible deniability and Xichen can exist there quite content. There is little he cherishes more than these small moments they allow themselves; little treasures he locks away in the safety of his heart.]
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[Their eyes lock for a brief moment, though Xichen winds up shutting his as he lowers his head. They are already skirting so many boundaries and if he looks, he'll want to kiss those lashes and dimples, and every inch of Jin Guangyao's face and that is rather off the table whatever else they want. Which is fine. They have always occupied this nebulous space of plausible deniability and Xichen can exist there quite content. There is little he cherishes more than these small moments they allow themselves; little treasures he locks away in the safety of his heart.]
This Zewu-jun is at Lianfang-zun's disposal.