𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄

[Weird modern lingo begone. He leans into the kiss, anticipatory, all of his senses primed toward Cy's body in proximity to his own — a little shiver of attraction at the deliberate sketch of that finger across his jaw.

Don't be so effortlessly flirtatious.]

Hello. [Calmed like a cat under a gentle hand.] I found a kitchen. Someone contacted me, a man named Sizhui. His identification on the network is "little radish" — I believe I saw him speaking with you. He's a rank nine.