Jin Ling doesn't even have time to brace himself when his arms come up, because he suddenly finds himself in a full hug with Wei Wuxian. Why are they all like this! He immediately stiffens up at the contact, not even sure how to respond as he's crushed in this hug he can't get himself out of.
His face is crushed between the fabrics and his hands, he's not even sure where they're supposed to be going! The only thing he can muster are silent muffled yelps, trying to possibly free himself from Wei Wuxian's iron hug as the man continues to talk about his jiujiu.
"Even if what you are saying is true! I don't want him to be smothering me! That's too much! How can I trouble him all the time with my problems?!"
At this point, Jin Ling somehow just partially gives up on pushing himself away and just stuck there, snug against the embrace, with the weird warm and fuzzy feeling swelling up in his chest. He wish he can outright say he hates it, but truthfully, maybe he really needed it, a hug. He's just pouting now, his face, partially puffed.
"...HOW am I supposed to know! You figure it out!"
Let him go or not, Wei Wuxian. There's not much he can do at this point. Even his struggles are futile, and he can't keep doing it, lest he gives the man the wrong idea that he dislikes him or something. He's kind of stuck between a rock and a hard place right now.
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His face is crushed between the fabrics and his hands, he's not even sure where they're supposed to be going! The only thing he can muster are silent muffled yelps, trying to possibly free himself from Wei Wuxian's iron hug as the man continues to talk about his jiujiu.
"Even if what you are saying is true! I don't want him to be smothering me! That's too much! How can I trouble him all the time with my problems?!"
At this point, Jin Ling somehow just partially gives up on pushing himself away and just stuck there, snug against the embrace, with the weird warm and fuzzy feeling swelling up in his chest. He wish he can outright say he hates it, but truthfully, maybe he really needed it, a hug. He's just pouting now, his face, partially puffed.
"...HOW am I supposed to know! You figure it out!"
Let him go or not, Wei Wuxian. There's not much he can do at this point. Even his struggles are futile, and he can't keep doing it, lest he gives the man the wrong idea that he dislikes him or something. He's kind of stuck between a rock and a hard place right now.