First Love

XiaoHe trailed along the edges of the temple, trying to catch even just a glimpse of PingZe. But the man had slipped from his sight once again. Now that RuRong was away, and not guarding him like a hound, he wanted to see PingZe, talk to him about this soul bond. And here he had thought PingZe thought the same way.

He didn't know what the soul bond meant, or what it did, but knowing that his tattoo bound him to PingZe made his heart flutter, his skin prickle with excitement. A smile bloomed over his lips as his cheeks darkened to a pleasant cherry shade. He hugged his arms around himself in the cold night breeze, walking around the corner towards the main entrance. His hands dug into his sides as an icy wind brushed by him, and he hissed under his breath when a pleasant burning sensation spread over his lower back.