[Poor Daozhang. Xue Yang understands the fear to a certain degree. He has been beaten to a pulp and used more times than he can count! He just...adapted...to it differently than Song Lan.
His fingertips lightly brush against the other man's cheek, tender and sweet.]
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His fingertips lightly brush against the other man's cheek, tender and sweet.]
It's okay. Nothing will ever hurt between us.