"Familiar?" Xie Jue asked, his hand lifting Fang Chuning's chin, gently brushing against it. The touch was ambiguous, teasing. The long night and the howling wind and snow masked the sound of each other's heartbeats. "Do you miss it?"
Fang Chuning: "..."
He suddenly grabbed Xie Jue's wrist with one hand, clutching it so tightly it seemed as if he would crush the bones. The veins bulged on his neck, evident even to Xie Jue despite his restraint.
His breathing became slow and heavy, each breath like that of a drowning man.
