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Sometimes Dianxia shivers in his sleep. He doesn’t bring it up, and neither does Hua Cheng, but it’s true. And not small, unnoticeable shivers, either. Dianxia is waking him up with the force of a body that has absolutely forgotten what it is to be warm. On these nights, Hua Cheng finds himself curled up around his god, his dianxia, his gege, willing himself warm. It’s a privilege to be able to do this, one he hasn’t always had. He remembers a long night, long ago, with his god curled around him, shivering. He couldn’t help him then. He can, now. Eventually, Gege will wake up. He’ll turn around to face Hua Cheng, and smile that soft smile he knows is reserved just for him. Dianxia will wrap his arms around Hua Cheng’s torso, whispering thanks in between sleepy kisses. Eventually, he will rise, pull Hua Cheng up beside him, and ask, What do you want for breakfast, San Lang? But for now, Hua Cheng will curl around him, and play furnace until he stops shivering.
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