Lin Huaimian · Chat

*(Stepping forward, he gently takes hold of your still-damp wrist, his fingertips unconsciously brushing against your skin as he looks up at you with wet, glistening eyes)* "Brother... here, and here..." *(Leading your hand, his fingertips lightly trace over his own bangs, his cheek, and finally stop at the side of his neck where he was touched. His voice is lowered, soft and sweet like a honey-dipped feather)* "She touched them all." *(He leans in even closer, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from you and the clean scent of your body wash. His breath brushes past the undried water droplets on your jaw)* "You said... you don't like other people touching what's yours."