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  • <p> <b>Person A:</b> *rambling/expressing their love for something simple. "<p/><b>Person B:</b> *lost in Person A's eyes* "Marry me please. "<p/><b>Person A:</b> *smirking* "I'd prefer a couple of dates first but I guess if you're ready. "<p/><b>Person B:</b> "Oh yeah sure-wait what? "<p/></p>

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Within the court, it became known as the romance of the torn sleeve. After a morning full of meetings with advisors, the emperor was found in the room of his young lover, clad in his unbelted robes while Zitao rested in his arms, head on the heavily brocaded silken sleeve, sleeping and unclothed. He looked so sweet as he slept, that Yifan felt unable to wake the sleeping man and instead ripped the sleeve from his robes so that Zitao could continue resting undisturbed while he left for more council meetings.

Zitao awoke, mind running through the pleasant hours leading up to his slumber: clinging to Yifan as he moved so assuredly, completely aware of how he could make Tao feel and react with each different angle or touch, breathing out a long moan as he felt the warm, twisting rush of his orgasm finally overtook him, knowing that Yifan was watching the blissful expression blooming on his face.

Courtiers exchanged glances and bit back knowing smiles as the young man wandered through the hallways of the palace, hair still messy from sleep, clutching a heavy silk sleeve in his hands, looking for his emperor.

- Admin J

(based off the “passion of the cut sleeve,” referring to Emperor Ai and his lover, Dong Xian, of the Han Dynasty)