He's made Shen Qingqiu blush. First, it starts as something creeping up the back of his neck, then the tops of his ears, then with a rush like the blooming of a rose, across his cheeks, even the bridge of his nose. He has never blushed like this while sober because he's never had a reason to, and right now, he's fucking torn! What nice compliments, but who the fuck was Shi Qingxuan talking about? Is that really him?
What kind of, what is, what good husband to him, or anyone! He's!
Fuck, he doesn't know!
He gives into the increasing pressure of one singular action he must take: he drops his face into his hands, one still somehow keeping hold of his fan. ]
Shi Qingxuan... This Shen Qingqiu hasn't proposed to anyone that he knows of, and while he would be honoured to make you a good husband, he believes this is all a misunderstanding...
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He's made Shen Qingqiu blush. First, it starts as something creeping up the back of his neck, then the tops of his ears, then with a rush like the blooming of a rose, across his cheeks, even the bridge of his nose. He has never blushed like this while sober because he's never had a reason to, and right now, he's fucking torn! What nice compliments, but who the fuck was Shi Qingxuan talking about? Is that really him?
What kind of, what is, what good husband to him, or anyone! He's!
Fuck, he doesn't know!
He gives into the increasing pressure of one singular action he must take: he drops his face into his hands, one still somehow keeping hold of his fan. ]
Shi Qingxuan... This Shen Qingqiu hasn't proposed to anyone that he knows of, and while he would be honoured to make you a good husband, he believes this is all a misunderstanding...