67 FIFTH GALAXY

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Yibo kissed him, opening his mouth, feeling the energy thrumming in him settling, at having Xiao Zhan close once more. Xiao Zhan's lips were soft. For someone so thin, his skin was soft, just right for Yibo to sink his fingers into flesh and bone. There was nothing about Xiao Zhan he wanted to change.

Licking a wet path across Xiao Zhan's lips, Yibo leaned back, rubbing a stray thumb across the inside of Xiao Zhan's wrist.

"It still feels unreal, having you as my own. I hope you realized I'm never letting you go." Before Xiao Zhan could respond, Yibo recalled properly what Xiao Zhan had previously said. "You told your mother about me?" Xiao Zhan's last message to him had been to inform him that he'd spend the night by his parents' house. "Right. You went home last night."

"I did." Xiao Zhan looked down at where Yibo's thumb continued stroking. "They want to meet you."