Nie Huaisang comfortably settles onto the couch and he inhales as the cup is pressed to his lips. Others might hesitate to take a drink from an assassin but Huaisang doesn't. Prince Xie holds no ill intentions toward him he's certain of that.
So he takes a sip as the other holds the cup then raises his hand to take it, hand brushing over the other's in a lingering caress.
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So he takes a sip as the other holds the cup then raises his hand to take it, hand brushing over the other's in a lingering caress.
"It smells and tastes beautiful."