Summary:
<blockquote>He was close enough now to reach out and touch. So he did. Ignoring Qi Rong’s shrieks of fury, he caught him by the throat and bent him back over the altar. Jun Wu studied his features, comparing them to Xie Lian’s.
“Your eyes are all wrong, of course,” Jun Wu said. Even at his lowest, Xie Lian’s were never so deranged. “But around the mouth, yes… and if you were better dressed…”
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Unable to get his hands on Xie Lian, Jun Wu makes do.</blockquote>
➤ oof
➤ the jun wu/xie lian is by proxy
