[ Leather squeezes as the strings grow tight in Zhongli's hold. His knuckles wrapped in brown strands, tighter until he hears Venti's gasp. The definition of his hips curl enough to deceive, outlined to fit the cut of the garment nicely.
To have Zhongli this close, maybe that is why the air escapes his lungs so readily. ]
Good. [ Thumbs up, he nearly hugs the table in defeat. ] Thank you, Zhongli.
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To have Zhongli this close, maybe that is why the air escapes his lungs so readily. ]
Good. [ Thumbs up, he nearly hugs the table in defeat. ] Thank you, Zhongli.