[ chu wanning isn't used to such affections, especially not from men as beautiful as mo ran, and he flushes through his pallor as mo ran tugs him along to the benches and his things. chu wanning hadn't even noticed them; a shame, he might have been able to sneak in and leave the jacket still around his shoulders.

(it's for the best that he didn't, but chu wanning won't admit that aloud. or acknowledge it. he's there, with mo ran, but acknowledging that there might have been an easier way to get him the jacket means he has to confront his own desire, and chu wanning isn't good with that.) ]

Both. You are.... [ he trails off, his gaze dropping to mo ran's neck, where his pulse beats heavily; chu wanning can hear the rush of blood through his veins and the beat of his heart if he focuses. ] Very appealing. [ which is an understatement. mo ran is positively addicting.

he looks away from mo ran as he wriggles out of his swimming pants, although he watches from the corner of his eye, so he's not too shocked when mo ran pulls him into his lap. it's a little awkward at first, but he settles astride his lap, trying not to rest too much of his weight on mo ran's lap. ]

I do not eat often, there is little need. I can go for six weeks without needing to feed. Longer than that, and I risk falling into a madness. But I dislike doing this any sooner.