Lan Meishan's lips parted, his eyes dilating slightly at the breathy words that had fallen from Ningyan's mouth. Ningyan looked completely certain of what he had said. There was no hesitation in his gaze, in the way his body leaned close, or in the gentle grip his fingers had on the strands of Meishan's hair at the back of his head.
Even so, Meishan's heart skipped a nervous beat.
"Are you sure?" he asked carefully.
Ningyan flushed immediately, color rushing across his face as if he had suddenly realized how bold his words had sounded.
"You don't want to?" he asked, his voice smaller now.
Lan Meishan gasped and pulled Ningyan closer at once, their bodies pressing together.
"No, no! I didn't mean it like that," he hurried out. "I do want to. A lot. But… like I told you before, I've never…"
His voice trailed off, shyness creeping into his expression.
The sight made Ningyan smile.
"I did say I was going to be your teacher, didn't I?"
Lan Meishan smiled back softly. "You did."
