[Ever dramatic, it suits Angel perfectly, and that compliment takes him by surprise, lips splitting into a real grin. And maybe the sharp teeth and golden glint don't exactly match the vibe of the rest of his outfit, but it's sincere.]
My pretty poet. You're gonna make me burn up.
[He nods excitedly, linking a lower arm through one of Wen Ning's.]
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My pretty poet. You're gonna make me burn up.
[He nods excitedly, linking a lower arm through one of Wen Ning's.]
You know me so well.