"Yes," Jiang breathes, a murmur of intention. He kisses him, and then pushes him again. Once they're separated, he shouts out to his mother, responsive Chinese syllables as he treks through the house to find where his parents have holed themselves up.
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Date: 2017-02-23 08:53 pm (UTC)