[ For the first time in a while, Jiang Cheng simply doesn't care. He lets a-Ling do whatever he wants to his clothes, his robes, and shrugs it off and away as his arms wrap around the boy. Maybe this is what he ought to have been doing for years - it's the sort of thing his sister would've wanted.
If he was to ever have children of his own... Well, maybe.
Lifting his hand, he pets at a-Ling's hair gently, just savouring the moment. ]
ofc!!! ;3;
If he was to ever have children of his own... Well, maybe.
Lifting his hand, he pets at a-Ling's hair gently, just savouring the moment. ]