Anqiluo’s light-colored eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and a rosy hue washed over his pale cheeks. “…Alright.” He signaled Shuichang to lower his head. Shuichang complied, leaning his face closer to Anqiluo. A soft sensation spread between their lips, and Anqiluo carefully extended his tongue, pressing it against Shuichang’s palate….