[if sizhui had been given the chance to feel smug about that noise, he would've smirked, maybe even done it again for good measure— but zhuque's teeth bite more firmly, earning a high-pitched yelp from the abruptly sharp sensation.
he writhes again, grips zhuque's fingers with a strength that seems impossible for how much smaller his hand is, eyelashes fluttering.] Ah-hah . . .
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he writhes again, grips zhuque's fingers with a strength that seems impossible for how much smaller his hand is, eyelashes fluttering.] Ah-hah . . .